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Winter Landscape, with Rooks Water in the millrace, through a sluice of stone, plunges headlong into that black pond where absurd and out-of-season, single swan floats chaste as snow, taunting the clouded mind which hungers to haul the white reflection down. The austere sun descends above the fen, an orange cyclops-eye, scorning to look longer on this landscape of chagrin; feathered dark in thought, I stalk like a rook, brooding as the winter night comes on. Last summer's reeds are all engraved in ice as is your image in my eye; dry frost glazes the window of my hurt; what solace can be struck from rock to make heart's waste grow green again? Who'd walk in this bleak place? --Sylvia Plath -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 218.165.11.45 ※ 編輯: littlebinroy 來自: 218.165.11.45 (06/27 11:41)
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