letra de november graveyard - sylvia plath
the scene stands stubborn: skinflint trees
h–rd last year’s leaves, won’t mourn, wear sackcloth, or turn
to elegiac dryads, and dour grass
guards the hard-hearted emerald of its grassiness
however the grandiloquent mind may scorn
such poverty. no dead men’s cries
flower forget-me-nots between the stones
paving this grave ground. here’s honest rot
to unpick the heart, pare bone
free of the fictive vein. when one stark skеleton
bulks real, all saints’ tongues fall quiеt:
flies watch no resurrections in the sun
at the essential landscape stare, stare
till your eyes foist a vision dazzling on the wind:
whatever lost ghosts flare
d-mned, howling in their shrouds across the moor
rave on the leash of the starving mind
which peoples the bare room, the blank, untenanted air
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