So make your study of the night
I have been dead, it is, for half my life
in daylight’s clutch and death.
And the night is the great rejuvenator,
the vehicle of rebirth, of rest.
My one regret is looking east
while the sun sets in the west.
There’s a dizziness accompanies me
from too long motionless.
Still, they say the day is full of good.
I have misunderstood this thing.
So make your study of the night
and tell me if I am right.
