Poppies in July
de Sylvia Plath(2005)
1 min lectură
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Little poppies, little hell flames,
Do you do no harm?
You flicker. I cannot touch you.
I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns.
And it exhausts me to watch you
Flickering like that, wrinkly and clear red, like the skin of a mouth.
A mouth just bloodied.
Little bloody skirts!
There are fumes that I cannot touch.
Where are your opiates, your nauseous capsules?
If I could bleed, or sleep! -------------
If my mouth could marry a hurt like that!
Or your liquors seep to me, in this glass capsule,
Dulling and stilling.
But colorless. Colorless.
Despre aceasta lucrare
- Autor
- Sylvia Plath
- Tip
- Poezie
- An
- 2005
- Cuvinte
- 98
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 15
- Actualizat
Cum sa citezi
Sylvia Plath. “Poppies in July.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/sylvia-plath/poezie/poppies-in-julyIntrebari frecvente
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