sandra aka margarete ~

Three Women- A Poem for Three Voices



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

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