Up All Night HWSM 04 011

2024-11-14T00:00:00Z

Up All Night Sleep I cannot find, nor light: Everywhere is dark and slumber, Only weary tickings number The slow hours of the night. Parca, jabbering, woman-fashion, Sleeping night, without compassion, Life, who stirs like rustling mice, Why encage me in thy vise? Why the whispering insistence, — Art thou but the pale persistence Of a day departed twice? What black failures dost thou reckon? Dost thou prophesy or beckon? I would know whence thou art sprung, I would study thy dark tongue... (p. 10). Pushkin, Alexander. "Verses Written During A Sleepless Night." Modern Russian Poetry; An Anthology . Babette Deutsch and Avrahm Yarmolinsky (eds., trans.), Harcourt, Brace, and Company, 1921. https://archive.org/details/modernrussianpo00yarmgoog/page/n6/mode/2up