sábado, fevereiro 20, 2016

Sylvia Plath

I love to gaze into the abyss
while reading Sylvia
and about her suicide.

She never killed her children
but she killed every poetry to come,
this seems to me
spiritual abortion.

I love to gaze into the abyss
I love to gaze like Sylvia did,
Madly in love.

If I only could stop
the same way Sylvia stopped,
just to relieve something
that I won't write.

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