Poemul săptămânii: Sylvia Plath, A Better Resurrection

A Better Resurrection

I have no wit, I have no words, no tears;
My heart within me like a stone
Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;
Look right, look left, I dwell alone;
A lift mine eyes, but dimmed with grief
No everlasting hills I see;
My life is like the falling leaf;
O Jesus, quicken me.

A Better Resurrection, The Collected Poems by Sylvia Plath


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