Nocturne (Nocturne) (Early 20th Century)

Outside, the night in the dress of tragedy sobs
Like a huge widow glued to my windows.

My bedroom:…
By a beautiful miracle of light and fire
My room is a grotto of gold and rare gems:
It has a moss so soft, so deep of tapestries,
And it's so vivid and warm, so sweet that I believe
Inside a heart...

My bed that is blank is white and vaporous
Like a flower of innocence,
Like vice foam!
Tonight there is insomnia;
There are black nights, black, that they carry on their foreheads
A sun rose...
On these black and clear nights you don't sleep.

And I love you, Winter!
I imagine you old
I imagine you wise,
With a divine throbbing marble body

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