Волны

           Sleep,Isay,desiringsleeptofalllikeablanketofdownandcovertheseweaklimbs;demandingthatlifeshallsheatheitsclawsandgirditslightningandpassby,makingofmyownbodyahollow,awarmshelterformychildtosleepin.Sleep,Isay,sleep.OrIgotothewindow,Ilookattherook’shighnest;andthepeartree."Hiseyeswillseewhenmineareshut,"Ithink."IshallgomixedwiththembeyondmybodyandshallseeIndia.Hewillcomehome,bringingtrophiestobelaidatmyfeet.Hewillincreasemypossessions."

           ’ButIneverriseatdawnandseethepurpledropsinthecabbageleaves;thereddropsintheroses.Idonotwatchthesetternoseinacircle,orlieatnightwatchingtheleaveshidethestarsandthestarsmoveandtheleaveshangstill.Thebutchercalls;themilkhastobestoodunderashadelestitshouldsour.

           ’Sleep,Isay,sleep,asthekettleboilsanditsbreathcomesthickerandthickerissuinginonejetfromthespout.Solifefillsmyveins.Solifepoursthroughmylimbs.SoIamdrivenforward,tillIcouldcry,asImovefromdawntoduskopeningandshutting,"Nomore.Iamgluttedwithnaturalhappiness."Yetmorewillcome,morechildren;morecradles,morebasketsinthekitchenandhamsripening;andonionsglistening;andmorebedsoflettuceandpotatoes.Iamblownlikealeafbythegale;nowbrushingthewetgrass,nowwhirledup.Iamgluttedwithnaturalhappiness;andwishsometimesthatthefullnesswouldpassfrommeandtheweightofthesleepinghouserise,whenwesitreading,andIstaythethreadattheeyeofmyneedle.