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Luitko Sylvia Plathia? Kirjoititko omia runoja? Ketkä olivat suosikkirunoilijoitasi? Tässä kaksi Plathin runoa:

Incommunicado

The groundhog on the mountain did not run

But fatly scuttled into the splayed fern

And faced me, back to a ledge of dirt, to rattle

Her sallow rodent teeth like castanets

Against my leaning down, would not exchange

For that wary clatter sound or gesture

Of love : claws braced, at bay, my currency not hers.

Such meetings never occur in marchen

Where love-met groundhogs love one in return,

Where straight talk is the rule, whether warm or hostile,

Which no gruff animal misinterprets.

From what grace am I fallen. Tongues are strange,

Signs say nothing. The falcon who spoke clear

To Canacee cries gibberish to coarsened ears.

The Night Dances

A smile fell in the grass.

Irretrievable!

And how will your night dances

Lose themselves. In mathematics?

Such pure leaps and spirals ----

Surely they travel

The world forever, I shall not entirely

Sit emptied of beauties, the gift

Of your small breath, the drenched grass

Smell of your sleeps, lilies, lilies.

Their flesh bears no relation.

Cold folds of ego, the calla,

And the tiger, embellishing itself ----

Spots, and a spread of hot petals.

The comets

Have such a space to cross,

Such coldness, forgetfulness.

So your gestures flake off ----

Warm and human, then their pink light

Bleeding and peeling

Through the black amnesias of heaven.

Why am I given

These lamps, these planets

Falling like blessings, like flakes

Six sided, white

On my eyes, my lips, my hair

Touching and melting.

Nowhere.