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