Song for a Summer\'s Day
de Sylvia Plath(2005)
1 min lectură
Mediu
Through fen and farmland walking
With my own country love
I saw slow flocked cows move
White hulks on their day\'s cruising;
Sweet grass sprang for their grazing.
The air was bright for looking:
Most far in blue, aloft,
Clouds steered a burnished drift;
Larks\' nip and tuck arising
Came in for my love\'s praising.
Sheen of the noonsun striking
Took my heart as if
It were a green-tipped leaf
Kindled by my love\'s pleasing
Into an ardent blazing.
And so, together, talking,
Through Sunday\'s honey-air
We walked (and still walk there---
Out of the sun\'s bruising)
Till the night mists came rising.