The Hermit at Outermost House
de Sylvia Plath(2005)
1 min lectură
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Sky and sea, horizon-hinged
Tablets of blank blue, couldn\'t,
Clapped shut, flatten this man out.
The great gods, Stone-Head, Claw-Foot
Winded by much rock-bumping
And claw-threat, realized that.
For what, then, had they endured
Dourly the long hots and colds,
Those old despots, if he sat
Laugh-shaken on his doorsill,
Backbone unbendable as
Timbers of his upright hut?
Hard gods were there, nothing else.
Still he thumbed out something else.
Thumbed no stony, horny pot,
But a certain meaning green.
He withstood them, that hermit.
Rock-face, crab-claw verged on green.
Gulls mulled in the greenest light.
Despre aceasta lucrare
- Autor
- Sylvia Plath
- Tip
- Poezie
- An
- 2005
- Cuvinte
- 96
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 19
- Actualizat
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Sylvia Plath. “The Hermit at Outermost House.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/sylvia-plath/poezie/the-hermit-at-outermost-houseIntrebari frecvente
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