作者littlebinroy (Ulysses)
看板poetry
標題Dark Wood, Dark Water
時間Wed Sep 8 14:25:27 2004
Dark Wood, Dark Water
This wood burns a dark
Incense. Pale moss drips
In elbow-scarves, beards
From the archaic
Bones of the great trees.
Blue mists move over
A lake thick with fish.
Snails scroll the border
Of the glazed water
With coils of ram's-horn.
Out in the open
Down there the late year
Hammers her rare and
Various metals.
Old pewter roots twist
Up from the jet-backed
Mirror of water
And while the air's clear
Hourglass sifts a
Drift of gold pieces
Bright waterlights are
Sliding their quoits one
After the other
Down boles of the fir.
—Sylvia Plath
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