Sylvia Plath (Сильвия Плат)

Child

Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with color and ducks,
The zoo of the new
Whose name you meditate —
April snowdrop, Indian pipe,
Little

Stalk without wrinkle,
Pool in which images
Should be grand and classical

Not this troublous
Wringing of hands, this dark
Ceiling without a star.

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

Carl Sandburg (Карл Сэндберг) Child ("The young child, Christ, is straight and wise")

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