Sunday, January 18, 2015

Nocturne: a Poem

Nocturne
      Silent of the night, a sad nocturnal
silence-Why does my soul tremble so?
I hear the humming of my blood,
and a soft storm passes through my brain
Insomnia! Not to be able to sleep, and yet
to dream.  I am the autospecimen
of spiritual dissectin, the auto-Hamlet
To dilute my sadness
in the wine of the night
in the marvelous crystal of the dark-
And I ask myself: When will the dawn come?
Someone has closed a door
Someone has walked past-
The clock has rung three-
If only it were she!

Ruben Dario
Nicaraguan
A thank you to Garrison Keillor

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