Nocturne Poem by Ruben Dario
Nocturne
Silence of the night , a sad, nocturnal
silence--Why does my soul tremble so?
I hear the humming of my blood,
and a soft storm passes through my brain.
Insomnia! Not to be able to sleep, and yet
to dream. I am the autospecimen
of spiritual dissection, the auto-Hamlet!
To dilute my sadness
in the wine of the night
in the marvelous crystal of the dark--
And I ask myself: When will the dawn come?
Someone has closed a door--
Someone has walked past--
The clock has rung three--If only it were She!--
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SPANISH TEXT: '' NOCTURNO '' Silencio de la noche, doloroso silencio nocturno... ¿Por qué el alma tiembla de tal manera? Oigo el zumbido de mi sangre, dentro de mi cráneo pasa una suave tormenta. ¡Insomnio! No poder dormir, y, sin embargo, soñar. Ser la auto-pieza de disección espiritual, ¡el auto-Hamlet! Diluir mi tristeza en un vino de noche en el maravilloso cristal de las tinieblas... Y me digo: ¿a qué hora vendrá el alba? Se ha cerrado una puerta... Ha pasado un transeúnte... Ha dado el reloj trece horas... ¡Si será Ella! ...