The Sleepers
de Sylvia Plath(2005)
1 min lectură
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No map traces the street
Where those two sleepers are.
We have lost track of it.
They lie as if under water
In a blue, unchanging light,
The French window ajar
Curtained with yellow lace.
Through the narrow crack
Odors of wet earth rise.
The snail leaves a silver track;
Dark thickets hedge the house.
We take a backward look.
Among petals pale as death
And leaves steadfast in shape
They sleep on, mouth to mouth.
A White mist is going up.
The small green nostrils breathe,
And they turn in their sleep.
Ousted from that warm bed
We are a dream they dream.
Their eyelids keep the shade.
No harm can come to them.
We cast out skins and slide
Into another time.
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- Autor
- Sylvia Plath
- Tip
- Poezie
- An
- 2005
- Cuvinte
- 124
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 24
- Actualizat
Cum sa citezi
Sylvia Plath. “The Sleepers.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/sylvia-plath/poezie/the-sleepersIntrebari frecvente
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