Winter Trees
de Sylvia Plath(2005)
1 min lectură
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The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
On their blotter of fog the trees
Seem a botanical drawing.
Memories growing, ring on ring,
A series of weddings.
Knowing neither abortions nor bitchery,
Truer than women,
They seed so effortlessly!
Tasting the winds, that are footless,
Waist-deep in history.
Full of wings, otherworldliness.
In this, they are Ledas.
O mother of leaves and sweetness
Who are these pietas?
The shadows of ringdoves chanting, but chasing nothing.
Despre aceasta lucrare
- Autor
- Sylvia Plath
- Tip
- Poezie
- An
- 2005
- Cuvinte
- 77
- Citire
- 1 min
- Versuri
- 15
- Actualizat
Cum sa citezi
Sylvia Plath. “Winter Trees.” Clasici, Poezie.ro, https://poezie.ro/clasici/sylvia-plath/poezie/winter-treesIntrebari frecvente
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