Jilted
de Sylvia Plath(2005)
1 min lectură
Mediu
My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,
My tears like vinegar,
Or the bitter blinking yellow
Of an acetic star.
Tonight the caustic wind, love,
Gossips late and soon,
And I wear the wry-faced pucker of
The sour lemon moon.
While like an early summer plum,
Puny, green, and tart,
Droops upon its wizened stem
My lean, unripened heart.
Despre aceasta lucrare
- Autor
- Sylvia Plath
- Tip
- Poezie
- An
- 2005
- Cuvinte
- 58
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 12
- Actualizat
Cum sa citezi
Sylvia Plath. “Jilted.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/sylvia-plath/poezie/jiltedIntrebari frecvente
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