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Jeśli ujdziemy kłom, nie ujdziemy falom.
Człowiek, który potrafi druzgotać iluzje, jest zarazem bestią i powodzią. - Virginia Woolf


28.05.2012

Sylvia Plath - Last Words



I do not want a plain box. I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round as the moon, to stare up.
I want to be looking at them when they come
Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.
I see them already - the pale, star-distance faces.
Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.
I imagine them without fathers and mothers,like the first gods.
They will wonder if I was important.
I should sugar and preserve my days like fruit!
My mirror is clouding over -
A few more breaths, and it will reflect nothing at all.
The flowers and the faces whiten to a sheet.

I do not trust the spirit. It escapes like steam
In dreams, through mouth-hole or eye-hole. I can't stop it.
One day it won't come back. Things aren't like that.
They stay, their little particular lusters
Warmed by much handling. They almost purr.
When the soles of my feet grow cold.
The blue eye of my copper cooking pots, let my rouge pots
Bloom about me like night flowers, with a good smell.
They will roll me up in bandages, they will store my heart
Under my feet in a neat parcel.
I shall hardly know myself. It will be dark.
And the shine of these small things sweeter than the face
                           of Ishtar.


Sylvia Plath "Crossing The Water"

6 komentarzy:

  1. muszę wrzucić do translatora , ciekawe co z tego wyniknie ........pewnie jakaś zupełnie nowa poezja..........:):):) pozdrawiam Madziu
    Rafał

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  2. Raf - TYLKO NIE translator! bo Ci wyjdzie kali! :) jak chcesz podeślę tłumaczenie :) pozdrawiam :)

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  3. Kali być dobry człowiek tylko trochę głupim być ale to być drobiazg :)
    Raf

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  4. o tłumaczenie bardzo proszę i wogóle o jej teksty :)
    R

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