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Written by Alfonsina Storni | Create an image from this poem

Lighthouse in the Night

 The sky a black sphere,
the sea a black disk.
The lighthouse opens its solar fan on the coast.
Spinning endlessly at night, whom is it searching for when the mortal heart looks for me in the chest? Look at the black rock where it is nailed down.
A crow digs endlessly but no longer bleeds.
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I Am Going to Sleep

 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 .
a celestial foot rocks you from above and a bird traces a pattern for you so you'll forget .
Thank you.
Oh, one request: if he telephones again tell him not to keep trying for I have left .
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Sweet Torture

 My melancholy was gold dust in your hands;
On your long hands I scattered my life;
My sweetnesses remained clutched in your hands;
Now I am a vial of perfume, emptied

How much sweet torture quietly suffered,
When, my soul wrested with shadowy sadness,
She who knows the tricks, I passed the days
kissing the two hands that stifled my life.
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Little Little Man

 Little little man, little little man,
set free your canary that wants to fly.
I am that canary, little little man, leave me to fly.
I was in your cage, little little man, little little man who gave me my cage.
I say "little little" because you don't understand me Nor will you understand.
Nor do I understand you, but meanwhile, open for me the cage from which I want to escape.
Little little man, I loved you half an hour, Don't ask me again.
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Sleep Peacefully

 You said the word that enamors
My hearing.
You already forgot.
Sleep peacefully.
Your face should Be serene and beautiful at all hours.
When the seductive mouth enchants It should be fresh, your speech pleasant; For your office as lover it's not good That many tears come from your face.
More glorious destinies reclaim you That were brought, between the black wells Of the dark circles beneath your eyes, the seer in pain.
The bottom, summit of the beautiful victims! The foolish spade of some barbarous king Did more harm to the world and your statue.
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Theyve Come

 Today my mother and sisters
came to see me.
I had been alone a long time with my poems, my pride .
almost nothing.
My sister---the oldest---is grown up, is blondish.
An elemental dream goes through her eyes: I told the youngest "Life is sweet.
Everything bad comes to an end.
" My mother smiled as those who understand souls tend to do; She placed two hands on my shoulders.
She's staring at me .
and tears spring from my eyes.
We ate together in the warmest room of the house.
Spring sky .
to see it all the windows were opened.
And while we talked together quietly of so much that is old and forgotten, My sister---the youngest---interrupts: "The swallows are flying by us.