Three Women- A Poem for Three Voices

"(...)



SECOND VOICE:



And the man I work for laughed: «Have you seen something awfull?

You are so white, suddenly» And I said nothing.

I saw death in the bare trees, a deprivation.

I could not believe it. Is it so difficult

For the spirit to concieve a face, a mouth?

The letters proceed from these black keys, and these black keys proceed

From my alphabetical fingers, ordering parts,



(...)"



Sylvia Plath