Sadness
There, there, the sun dies in the middle of their talk.
Wishing something anonymous, i stare by the window
at the sun as it freely dies and touches down our lands.
There, there, the sun dies in the middle of their talk.
Hungry, as though he recently devoured a dakota moon,
the terribly sad old self-centered soldier runs
after the sun amid dark skies and troubled winds and amazing
sad, sad notes in another daytime pity sonata.
There, there, the sun dies in the middle of their talk.
Wishing something anonymous, i stare by the window
at the sun as it freely dies and touches down our lands.
There, there, the sun dies in the middle of their talk.
Hungry, as though he recently devoured a dakota moon,
the terribly sad old self-centered soldier runs
after the sun amid dark skies and troubled winds and amazing
sad, sad notes in another daytime pity sonata.
There, there, the sun dies in the middle of their talk.
Labels: Sylvia Plath
daghana na nimong bag-ong poems oi..very interesting.. :)
i really like your style of writing 'bad, way binuang, it's like a slap of cool water on the face after a humid day (char). interesting man gud kaayo imong mga subjects; dili typical. it really keeps my mind working. lisod jud i-comprehend imong work most of the time and i think it's because you think way too deep. ang problema gyud aning lisod kaayo sabton kay it doesn't get the attention it deserves, as people are more inclined to appreciate that which is obvious. but it just proves that you're a different kind of human being! iba ka abad! :)
keep it up.
^_^
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