Quotes About Night

Then on a still night, when the campfire is low and the Pleiades have climbed over the rimrocks, sit quietly and listen for a wolf to howl, and think hard of everything you have seen and tried to understand. Then you may hear it- a vast pulsing harmony- its score inscribed on a thousand hills, its notes the lives and deaths of plants and animals, its rhythms spanning the seconds and the centuries.

I slept with faith and found a corpse in my arms on awakening; I drank and danced all night with doubt and found her a virgin in the morning.

A mi noche no la mata ningún sol.

te remuerden los días te culpan las noches te duele la vida tanto tanto desesperada, ¿adónde vas? desesperada ¡nada más!

Estoy ebria de soledad, de espera, de deseos abstractos, de entidades llenas de designios mágicos. ¡Qué noche para morir! ¡Qué instante para hacer el amor!

Aunque es tarde, es noche, y tú no puedes. Canta como si no pasara nada.

night opens I enter night shuts I don't leave

Naked. Fatigue of the body transparent as a glass-tree. Near yourself you hear the brutal rumor of inextricable desire. Night blindly mine. You're farther gone than me. Horror of checking for you in the screams of my poem. Your name is the disease of things at midnight. They had promised me one silence. Your face is closer to me than my own. Phantom memory. How I'd love to kill you —

Sometimes we suffer too much reality in the space of a single night.

All night I hear the voice of someone seeking me out. All night you abandon me slowly like the water that sobs slowly falling. All night I write luminous messages, messages of rain, all night someone checks for me and I check for someone.

Qué soledad es ésta, llena de otro, con sus ojos y sus manos y sus cabellos poblando la aparente soledad de tu noche?

the wine the sadness and the night

The night is the color of the eyelids of the dead.

una muchacha en llamas al borde de la noche.

All night I see that abandonment is me, that the sole sobbing voice is me. We can search with lanterns, cross the shadow's lie. We can feel the heart thud in the thigh and water subside in the archaic site of the heart. All night I ask you why. All night you tell me no .

The same night, the same rain.

Soy tu silencio, tu tragedia, tu veladora. Puesto que sólo soy noche, puesto que toda noche de mi vida es tuya.

All night long I hear the call of death, all night long I hear the song of death down by the river, all night long I hear the voice of death calling out to me.

La noche, de nuevo la noche, la magistral sapiencia de lo oscuro, el cálido roce de la muerte, un instante de éxtasis para mí, heredera de todo jardín prohibido.

But you I want to look at until your face fades from my fear, like a bird stepping away from the sharp edges of night. — Alejandra Pizarnik, trans. by Yvette Siegert, from "Paths of the Mirror," Extracting the Stone of Madness (New Directions; Bilingual edition, May 17, 2016)

All night I hear the voice of someone seeking me. All night you abandon me slowly…All night I write luminous messages, messages of rain, all night some- one checks for me and I check for someone.

Because madness is a lie too. Like night. Like death.

Y cuando es de noche, siempre, una tribu de palabras mutiladas busca asilo en mi garganta para que no canten ellos, los funestos, los dueños del silencio.

Poco sé de la noche pero la noche parece saber de mí y mas aún, me asiste como si me quisiera, me cubre la conciencia con sus estrellas