名人诗歌|The Sleepers

I wander all night in my vision，

Stepping with light feet， swiftly and noiselessly stepping and

sTOPping，

Bending with open eyes over the shut eyes of sleepers^1，

Wandering and confused， lost to myself， ill-assorted，

contradictory^2，

Pausing， gazing， bending， and sTOPping.

How solemn they look there， stretch'd and still，

How quiet they breathe， the little children in their cradles.

The wretched features of ennuys， the white features of

corpses^{3， the livid faces of drunkards， the sick- gray faces}

of onanists，

The gash'd bodies on battle-fields， the insane in their strong-

door'd rooms， the sacred idiots， the new-born emerging

from gates， and the dying emerging from gates，

The night pervades^{4 them and infolds them.}

The married couple sleep calmly in their bed， he with his

palm on the hip^{5 of the wife， and she with her palm on the}

hip of the husband，

The sisters sleep lovingly side by side in their bed，

The men sleep lovingly side by side in theirs，

And the mother sleeps with her little child carefully wrapt.

The blind sleep， and the deaf and dumb sleep，

The prisoner sleeps well in the prison， the runaway^{6 son}

sleeps，

The murderer that is to be hung next day， how does he sleep？

And the murder'd person， how does he sleep？

The female that loves unrequited sleeps，

And the male that loves unrequited sleeps，

The head of the money-maker that plotted all day sleeps，

And the enraged^{7 and treacherous8 dispositions9， all， all sleep.}

I stand in the dark with drooping^{10 eyes by the worst-suffering}

and the most restless，

I pass my hands soothingly^{11 to and fro a few inches from}

them，

The restless sink in their beds， they fitfully sleep.

Now I pierce the darkness， new beings appear，

The earth recedes^{12 from me into the night，}

I saw that it was beautiful， and I see that what is not the

earth is beautiful.

I go from bedside to bedside， I sleep close with the other

sleepers each in turn，

I dream in my dream all the dreams of the other dreamers，

And I become the other dreamers.

I am a dance - play up there！ the fit is whirling me fast！

I am the ever-laughing - it is new moon and twilight^13，

I see the hiding of douceurs， I see nimble ghosts whichever

way I look，

Cache and cache again deep in the ground and sea， and where

it is neither ground nor sea.

Well do they do their jobs those journeymen pine，

only from me can they hide nothing， and would not if they

could，

I reckon I am their boss and they make me a pet besides，

And surround me and lead me and run ahead when I walk，

To lift their cunning covers to signify me with stretch'd arms，

and resume the way；

Onward^{14 we move， a gay gang of blackguards！ with mirth-}

shouting music and wild-flapping pennants^{15 of joy！}

I am the actor， the actress， the voter， the politician，

The emigrant^{16 and the exile， the criminal that stood in the box，}

He who has been famous and he who shall be famous after

to-day，

The stammerer^{17， the well- formed person， the wasted or feeble}

person.

I am she who adorn'd herself and folded her hair expectantly，

My truant^{18 lover has come， and it is dark.}

Double yourself and receive me darkness，

Receive me and my lover too， he will not let me go without

him.