free entry Fernando Pessoa
From: ODE TO THE NIGHT
Come, Night and the same old, born Night Queen dethroned ,
Night internally equal to silence Night with the stars, sequins on your dress fast
fringed Infinity. vaguely Come, come
slightly
come alone, solemn, his hands dropped
sides, come
and brings the distant mountains behind the trees neighbors,
your funds in a field all the fields I see,
make the mountain a single block of your body,
remove it in all the differences I see from a distance during the day,
all the different trees that are dark green in the distance ...
Marina Tsvetaeva
As a pupil, the black, as the apple, sucking
the light - I love you, discerning night.
Give voice to sing, or progenitor
songs, in whose hand is the rein of the four winds.
calling you, glorifying, I am only a shell where even
he has not silenced the ocean.
Night! I have already scrutinized to satiety in human eyes.
Inceneriscimi, black sun - at night!
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Verses grow as the stars and like roses,
like beauty - useless in the family.
And the crowns and apotheosis -
only one answer: "Where do I get this?"
We sleep, and behold, over the stone slabs,
the heavenly host, in four petals.
world, trying to understand! The poet - in his sleep -
discovers the law of the star and the formula of the flower.
Jorge Luis Borges
DREAM
If sleep was (some say)
a truce, a pure relaxation of mind,
because if you suddenly awakens,
t'han feel that stealing a fortune? Why is it sad
rise soon? Current
robs us of a gift inconceivable
intimate enough to be translated
only in sleep, the waking dreams of Dora
, perhaps pale reflections
broken treasures of darkness,
a world of timeless, nameless,
that deforms the day in his mirrors.
Who will you be this dark night
sleep, the other side of your wall?
all roads that climb ,