Metaphors
de Sylvia Plath(2005)
1 min lectură
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I\'m a riddle in nine syllables.
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf\'s big with its yeasty rising.
Money\'s new-minted in this fat purse.
I\'m a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I\'ve eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there\'s no getting off.