Silence of the night, a sad, nocturnal
silencewhy does my soul tremble like this?
I hear the humming of my blood,
and a soft storm passes through my brain.
Insomnia! To be unable to sleep, and yet
to dream. I am the autospecimen
of spiritual dissection, the auto-Hamlet!
To dilute my sorrow
in the wine of the night
in the marvelous crystal of the dark
And I ask myself: When will dawn come?
Someone has closed a door
Someone has walked past
The clock has struck threeIf only it were her!