fredag den 20. februar 2009

Langsom som verden...

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  1. I am slow as the world. I am very patient,
    Turning through my time, the suns and stars
    Regarding me with attention.
    The moon's concern is more personal:
    She passes and repasses, luminous as a nurse.
    Is she sorry for what will happen? I do not think so.
    She is simply astonished at fertility.

    When I walk out, I am a great event.
    I do not have to think, or even rehearse.
    What happens in me will happen without attention.
    The pheasant stands on the hill;
    He is arranging his brown feathers.
    I cannot help smiling at what it is I know.
    Leaves and petals attend me. I am ready.
    Sylvia Plath

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