11 February 2010

From INSOMNIA - Marina Tsvetaeva

As I love to
kiss hands, and 
to name everything, I
love to open
Wide-into the night!

Pressing my head 
as I listen to some
heavy step grow softer
or the wind shaking
the sleepy and sleepless

Ah, night
small rivers of water rise
and bend towards-sleep.
(I am nearly sleeping.)
Somewhere in the night a
human being is drowning.

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