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quinta-feira, janeiro 24:

SYLVIA PLATH, SEMPRE:

The world 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 grief.


( The Courriers, 1965)

 

posted by FNV on 12:38 da tarde #

Comments:

Words dry and riderless,

The indefatigable hoof-taps.

While

From the bottom of the pool, fixed stars

Govern a life.

Sylvia Plath- “Words”

# posted by  Unknown : 5:27 da tarde

 

;))))

# posted by  FNV : 1:33 da manhã

 

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