Sonntag, 29. Januar 2012

Sylvia Plath: Words

After whose stroke the wood rings,
And the echoes!
Echoes travelling
Off from the centre like horses.

The sap
Wells like tears, like the
Water striving
To re-establish its mirror
Over the rock

That drops and turns,
A white skull,
Eaten by weedy greens.
Years later I
Encounter them on the road –

Words dry and riderless,
The indefatigable hoof-taps.
From the bottom of the pool, fixed stars
Govern a life."

aus: Englische und amerikanische Dichtung, Zweisprachige Ausgabe, dtv 2001

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