A Better Resurrection - Sylvia Plath
I have no wit, I have no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
A lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is like the falling leaf;
O Jesus, quicken me.
1 comment:
"I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I´m here." Sylvia Plath
Ela mancha o ego dos outros, nunca consegue escrever algo que NÃO preste.
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