Childless Woman
de Sylvia Plath(2005)
1 min lectură
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The womb
Rattles its pod, the moon
Discharges itself from the tree with nowhere to go.
My landscape is a hand with no lines,
The roads bunched to a knot,
The knot myself,
Myself the rose you acheive---
This body,
This ivory
Ungodly as a child\'s shriek.
Spiderlike, I spin mirrors,
Loyal to my image,
Uttering nothing but blood---
Taste it, dark red!
And my forest
My funeral,
And this hill and this
Gleaming with the mouths of corpses.
Despre aceasta lucrare
- Autor
- Sylvia Plath
- Tip
- Poezie
- An
- 2005
- Cuvinte
- 79
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 18
- Actualizat
Cum sa citezi
Sylvia Plath. “Childless Woman.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/sylvia-plath/poezie/childless-womanIntrebari frecvente
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