The Couriers
de Sylvia Plath(2005)
1 min lectură
Mediu
The word of a snail on the plate of a leaf?
It is not mine. Do not accept it.
Acetic acid in a sealed tin?
Do not accept it. It is not genuine.
A ring of gold with the sun in it?
Lies. Lies and a grief.
Frost on a leaf, the immaculate
Cauldron, talking and crackling
All to itself on the top of each
Of nine black Alps.
A disturbance in mirrors,
The sea shattering its grey one -
Love, love, my season.
Despre aceasta lucrare
- Autor
- Sylvia Plath
- Tip
- Poezie
- An
- 2005
- Cuvinte
- 84
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 13
- Actualizat
Cum sa citezi
Sylvia Plath. “The Couriers.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/sylvia-plath/poezie/the-couriersIntrebari frecvente
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