Rhyme
de Sylvia Plath(2005)
1 min lectură
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I\'ve got a stubborn goose whose gut\'s
Honeycombed with golden eggs,
Yet won\'t lay one.
She, addled in her goose-wit, struts
The barnyard like those taloned hags
Who ogle men
And crimp their wrinkles in a grin,
Jangling their great money bags.
While I eat grits
She fattens on the finest grain.
Now, as I hone my knife, she begs
Pardon, and that\'s
So humbly done, I\'d turn this keen
Steel on myself before profit
By such a rogue\'s
Act, but --- How those feathers shine!
Exit from a smoking slit
Her ruby dregs.
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- Autor
- Sylvia Plath
- Tip
- Poezie
- An
- 2005
- Cuvinte
- 94
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 18
- Actualizat
Cum sa citezi
Sylvia Plath. “Rhyme.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/sylvia-plath/poezie/rhymeIntrebari frecvente
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