Ariel
Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.
God's lioness,
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees! ---The furrow
Splits and passes, sister to
The brown arc
Of the neck I cannot catch,
Nigger-eye
Berries cast dark
Hooks ---
Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something else
(...)
in:Ariel, de Sylvia Plath
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.
God's lioness,
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees! ---The furrow
Splits and passes, sister to
The brown arc
Of the neck I cannot catch,
Nigger-eye
Berries cast dark
Hooks ---
Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something else
(...)
in:Ariel, de Sylvia Plath
2 Comments:
Florbela, Sylvia e Ana Cristina se suicidaram. Não é mole não...
Mário de Sá Carneiro, mais um dos meus preferidos, também.
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