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I Am Going to Sleep

Written by: Alfonsina Storni | Biography
 Teeth of flowers, hairnet of dew,
hands of herbs, you, perfect wet nurse,
prepare the earthly sheets for me
and the down quilt of weeded moss.
I am going to sleep, my nurse, put me to bed.
Set a lamp at my headboard; a constellation; whatever you like; all are good: lower it a bit.
Leave me alone: you hear the buds breaking through .
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a celestial foot rocks you from above and a bird traces a pattern for you so you'll forget .
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Thank you.
Oh, one request: if he telephones again tell him not to keep trying for I have left .
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