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 . . .
Notes
A suicide poem
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This is a very sad poem. It was beautiful and well penned but so sad. This women might or could have been through alot back in her time. I hope she satyed strong.
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I have enough trouble sleeping so i just got an adjustable bed and hoping it'll help me out.
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wow, that is beautiful. i love her imagery
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From guest bob (contact)
this is the beginning of the end, the first wave in the sea of dying, the opening of the lungs for the liberating saltwater. alfonsina astonishes me forever...i love you alfonsina -
me fui me voy a dormir baja la lampara un poquito mas deja que descanse un poco mas ya que ayer no pude dormir, deja que duerma hoy en paz, deja que descanse un dia mas, baja la lampara y deja descansar.baja la lampara y traeme la paz .. deja que descanse un poco mas
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alfonsina se fue al mar y no volvio jamas..
deberian de dedicar mas tiempo al arte y la musica... y dejar de correr...
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alfonsina donde estas??
mundo..
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