Lament
de Sylvia Plath(2005)
1 min lectură
Mediu
A Villanelle
The sting of bees took away my father
who walked in a swarming shroud of wings
and scorned the tick of the falling weather.
Lightning licked in a yellow lather
but missed the mark with snaking fangs:
the sting of bees too away my father.
Trouncing the sea like a ragin bather,
he rode the flood in a pride of prongs
and scorned the tick of the falling weather.
A scowl of sun struck down my mother,
tolling her grave with golden gongs,
but the sting of bees took away my father.
He counted the guns of god a bother,
laughed at the ambush of angels\' tongues,
and scorned the tick of the falling weather.
O ransack the four winds and find another
man who can mangle the grin of kings:
the sting of bees took away my father
who scorned the tick of the falling weather.
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- Autor
- Sylvia Plath
- Tip
- Poezie
- An
- 2005
- Cuvinte
- 149
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 20
- Actualizat
Cum sa citezi
Sylvia Plath. “Lament.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/sylvia-plath/poezie/lamentIntrebari frecvente
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