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. Perseus
2. Pheasant
3. Metamorphoses of the Moon
4. The Other
5. Insolent Storm Strikes at the Skull

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

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