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The hills step off into whiteness.
People or stars
Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.

Sylvia Plath in Ariel

2 comentários:

blanche disse...

They threaten
To let me through to a heaven
Starless and fatherless, a dark water.

Sylvia Plath in Sheep In Fog

Ao fim do poema ;)

aj disse...

the far fields melt my heart :)