söndag, oktober 20, 2013

A certain je ne sais quoi

 
The Couriers

The word of a snail on the plate of a leaf?
It is not mine. Do not accept it.

Acetic acid in a sealed tin?
Do not accept it. It is not genuine.

A ring of gold with the sun in it?
Lies. Lies and a grief.

Frost on a leaf, the immaculate
Cauldron, talking and crackling

All to itself on the top of each
Of nine black Alps.

A disturbance in mirrors,
The sea shattering its grey one ----

Love, love, my season.
-Sylvia Plath
 
Från Mind the Book-Camillas Etsy-shop acertainjenesaisquoi

4 kommentarer:

  1. Men åh, vilken rolig överraskning som väntade när jag som vanligt klickade på 'Bokmoster'. Love, love! : )

    SvaraRadera
    Svar
    1. Ah, oui, bien sûr, Madame! :)

      Radera
    2. (Excusez-moi. Mademoiselle!)

      Radera
  2. haha, båda går bra : )

    SvaraRadera


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