There came a day that caught the summer
Wrung its neck
Plucked it
And ate it.
Now what shall I do with the trees?
The day said, the day said.
Strip them bare, strip them bare.
Let’s see what is really there.
And what shall I do with the sun?
The day said, the day said.
Roll him away till he’s cold and small.
He’ll come back rested if he comes back at all.
And what shall I do with the birds?
The day said, the day said.
The birds I’ve frightened, let them flit,
I’ll hang out pork for the brave tomtit.
And what shall I do with the seed?
The day said, the day said.
Bury it deep, see what it’s worth.
See if it can stand the earth.
What shall I do with the people?
The day said, the day said.
Stuff them with apple and blackberry pie –
They’ll love me then till the day they die.
There came this day and he was autumn.
His mouth was wide
And red as a sunset.
His tail was an icicle.
Ted Hughes
hughes är en stor favorit för mig. däremot har jag aldrig förstått plath riktigt.
SvaraRaderaDebbie,
RaderaJag upptäckte Ted H. rätt sent, kanske för att jag inte var särskilt förtjust i Sylvia P. Jag menar inte att hon inte var en god skribent, men jag tror att det var så mycket mer som gjorde henne så känd som hon blev.
Margaretha