Sylvia Plath (Сильвия Плат)

Thalidomide

O half moon—-

Half-brain, luminosity—-
Negro, masked like a white,

Your dark
Amputations crawl and appall—-

Spidery, unsafe.
What glove

What leatheriness
Has protected

Me from that shadow—-
The indelible buds.

Knuckles at shoulder-blades, the
Faces that

Shove into being, dragging
The lopped

Blood-caul of absences.
All night I carpenter

A space for the thing I am given,
A love

Of two wet eyes and a screech.
White spit

Of indifference!
The dark fruits revolve and fall.

The glass cracks across,
The image

Flees and aborts like dropped mercury.

1. The Other
2. New Year on Dartmoor
3. The Dispossessed
4. The Rival
5. Alicante Lullaby

Распечатать (To print)

Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1734

Последние стихотворения

To English version