I Want to Sleep
I shall be still stronger,
Still clearer, purer, so let
The sweet invasion of oblivion come on.
I want to sleep.
If I could forget myself, if I were only
A tranquil tree,
Branches to spread out the silence,
Trunk of mercy.
The great darkness, grown motherly,
Deepens little by little,
Brooding over this body that the soul-
After a pause - surrenders.
It may even embark from the endless world,
From its accidents,
And, scattering into stars at the last,
The soul will be daybreak.
Abandoning myself to my accomplice,
I shall reach on my ripples and mists
Into the dawn.
I do not want to dream of useless phantoms,
I do not want a cave.
Let the huge moonless spaces
Hold me apart, and defend me.
Let me enjoy so much harmony
Thanks to the ignorance
Of this being, that is so secure
It pretends to be nothing.
Night with its darkness, solitude with its peace,
my delight in the emptiness
That soon will come.
Emptiness, O paradise
Rumored about so long:
Sleeping, sleeping, growing alone
Darken me, erase me,
As I lie under a heaven that mounts
Its guard over me.
Earth, with your darker burdens,
Drag me back down,
Sink my being into my being:
- Jorge Guillen, translation by James Wright
Will you glimmer on the sea?
will you fling your spear-head
on the shore?
what note shall we pitch?
we have a song,
on the bank we share our arrows;
the loosed string tells our note:
bring her swiftly to our song.
She is great,
we measure her by the pine trees.
I am strange here and often I am still trying
To finish something as the light is going
Occasionally as just now I think I see
Off to one side something passing at that time
Along the herded walls under the walnut trees
And I look up but it is only
Evening again the old hat without a head
How long will it be till he speaks when he passes
I remember being young, sitting on my mother's lap in the front seat of our station wagon on the way home. It was past my bedtime and everything, even houses we had passed on the way home again and again, was suddenly exhilarating. I could see the moon through the windshield and no matter how fast we went or what turns we made, the moon was always still there, neck and neck.
"Why is the moon following us?" I asked mom. The rest of the family giggled at me.
"No, honey," she said. "It only looks that way. It stays right there, always."