Days before he jumped into the sea, where he died by drowning.Alfonsina Storni wrote her last poem, “To Sleep” interpreted afterwards as her farewell.Off to sleepFlower teeth, dew coffee, grassy hands, you, fine nurse, lend me the earthy sheets and the quilt of moss.I’m going to sleep, my nanny, lay me down.Put a lamp on my head, a constellation, whatever you like: they’re all good; lower it a little.Leave me alone: you hear the crack of the buds… you cradle a heavenly foot from above and a bird draws you some compasses so you forget… Thank you. Ah, an assignment:if he calls again tell him not to insist, I’m out.Alfonsina Storni
