And when the balled
Pulp of your heart
Confronts its small
Mill of silence
How you jump—
If only I can find him... the man who will be intelligent, yet physically magnetic and personable. If I can offer that combination, why shouldn't I expect it in a man?
Sylvia PlathTags: love man intelligent
Then my gaze slid over the people to the blaze of green beyond the diaphanous
curtains, and I felt as if I were sitting in the window of an enormous department store. The figures around me weren't people, but shop dummies, painted to resemble people and propped up in attitudes counterfeiting life.
Какъв гювеч е тоя свят!
Sylvia PlathMy bones hold a stillness, the far
Fields melt my heart.
We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot's in the door.
You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot
For thirty years, poor and white,
Barely daring to breathe or Achoo.
Nigger-eye
Berries cast dark
Hooks --
Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
If I've killed one man, I've killed two--
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.
There's a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.
White
Godiva, I unpeel --
Dead hands, dead stringencies.
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