(7 April 1889 – 10 January 1957 / Vicuna)

The Sad Mother

Sleep, sleep, my beloved,
without worry, without fear,
although my soul does not sleep,
although I do not rest.

Sleep, sleep, and in the night
may your whispers be softer
than a leaf of grass,
or the silken fleece of lambs.

May my flesh slumber in you,
my worry, my trembling.
In you, may my eyes close
and my heart sleep.

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Sleep, sleep, and in the night may your whispers be softer than a leaf of grass, or the silken fleece of lambs. May my flesh slumber in you, my worry, my trembling. In you, may my eyes close and my heart sleep. superb great poem 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++x10
I wish I could be like you.
nice and sad all at at the same time
Calm down for me.
Awesome poem lots of talent
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