Night wants to sleep
Is tired but
Sleeps not.
Before its eye cameras
Come glaciers, toes,
Fingers, shady and
Dark figures nocturnal,
Stars that bulge
Pregnant with other stars
Things rare to view
Yet
Though
Night wants to sleep
Is tired but
Sleeps not.
This night of nights.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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