Over your body the clouds go
High, high and icily
And a little flat, as if they
Floated on a glass that was invisible.
Unlike swans, Having no reflections;
Unlike you, With no strings attached.
All cool, all blue. Unlike you
You, there on your back,
Eyes to the sky.
High, high and icily
And a little flat, as if they
Floated on a glass that was invisible.
Unlike swans, Having no reflections;
Unlike you, With no strings attached.
All cool, all blue. Unlike you
You, there on your back,
Eyes to the sky.
( Sylvia Plath )
[ Ariel ]
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