Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly --
A gift, a love gift
Utterly unasked for
By a sky
Palely and flamily
Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes
Dulled to a halt under bowlers.
O my God, what am I
That these late mouths should cry open
In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly --
A gift, a love gift
Utterly unasked for
By a sky
Palely and flamily
Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes
Dulled to a halt under bowlers.
O my God, what am I
That these late mouths should cry open
In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.
Sylvia Plath, 1962
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| annem senelerdir dogumgunlerimde gelincikli bir kart atar (ya da simdilerde verir). |
3 comments:
Madem S.P., o halde http://tinysong.com/iYih #musicmonday hesabi.
sevgili anonymouse, bu kalbin kadar guzel sarkiyi bana yolladigin icin tesekkur ediyorum. haha. sahiden tam da dogumgunume gelmis; ben kacirmisim ama olsun. o niyetle. hakikaten de guzelmis, vurucuymus.
sevgili cheja, esas ben kalbin kadar temiz bu bembeyaz koment kutusunu ayirdigin icin tesekkur ederim. vurucu falan ama dogumgunu mevzusunu bilsem daha light bir sey gonderirdim, boyle dogumgunu sarkisi mi olur yahu...
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