I am Going to Sleep

by Alfonsina Storni

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...

As featured on
The Daily Gardener podcast:

Words inspired by the garden are the sweetest, most beautiful words of all.
Alfonsina Storni
Alfonsina Storni

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