作者littlebinroy (Ulysses)
看板poetry
標題The Hanging Man
時間Sat Oct 9 11:07:32 2004
The Hanging Man
By the roots of my hair some god got hold of me.
I sizzled in his blue volts like a desert prophet.
The night snapped out of sight like a lizard's eyelid:
A world of bald white days in a shadeless socket.
A vulturous boredom pinned me in this tree.
If he were I, he would do what I did.
27 June 1960
—Sylvia Plath
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