Sylvia Plath: Words

"Axes

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.

While

From the bottom of the pool, fixed stars

Govern a life."


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