Doomsday
de Sylvia Plath(2005)
1 min lectură
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The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans
Atop the broken universal clock:
The hour is crowed in lunatic thirteens.
Out painted stages fall apart by scenes
While all the actors halt in mortal shock:
The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans.
Streets crack through in havoc-split ravines
As the doomstruck city crumbles block by block:
The hour is crowed in lunatic thirteens.
Fractured glass flies down in smithereens;
Our lucky relics have been put in hock:
The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans.
The monkey\'s wrench has blasted all machines;
We never thought to hear the holy cock:
The hour is crowed in lunatic thirteens.
Too late to ask if end was worth the means,
Too late to calculate the toppling stock:
The idiot bird leaps out and drunken leans,
The hour is crowed in lunatic thirteens.
Despre aceasta lucrare
- Autor
- Sylvia Plath
- Tip
- Poezie
- An
- 2005
- Cuvinte
- 140
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 19
- Actualizat
Cum sa citezi
Sylvia Plath. “Doomsday.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/sylvia-plath/poezie/doomsdayIntrebari frecvente
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