Ash, ash —-
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there——

A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.

Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.

Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.

--from "Lady Lazarus", written 23-29 October 1962

Autor: Sylvia Plath

Ash, ash —-<br />You poke and stir.<br />Flesh, bone, there is nothing there——<br /><br />A cake of soap,<br />A wedding ring,<br />A gold filling.<br /><br />Herr God, Herr Lucifer<br />Beware<br />Beware.<br /><br />Out of the ash<br />I rise with my red hair<br />And I eat men like air.<br /><br />--from "Lady Lazarus", written 23-29 October 1962 - Sylvia Plath



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