tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396771164519426619.post2702400934177563590..comments2023-10-29T10:34:20.900+03:00Comments on primitive painters: Sylvia Plath (27.10.1932 – 11.02.1963)Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2396771164519426619.post-68217571672364831732009-03-09T17:46:00.000+02:002009-03-09T17:46:00.000+02:00My head a moonOf Japanese paper, my gold beaten sk...My head a moon<BR/>Of Japanese paper, my gold beaten skin<BR/>Infinitely delicate and infinitely expensive. <BR/><BR/>Does not my heat astound you. And my light.<BR/>All by myself I am a huge camellia<BR/>Glowing and coming and going, flush on flush. <BR/><BR/>I think I am going up,<BR/>I think I may rise ---<BR/>The beads of hot metal fly, and I, love, I <BR/><BR/>Am a pure acetylene<BR/>Virgin<BR/>Attended by roses, <BR/><BR/>By kisses, by cherubim,<BR/>By whatever these pink things mean.<BR/>Not you, nor him. <BR/><BR/>Not him, nor him<BR/>(My selves dissolving, old whore petticoats) ---<BR/>To Paradise.profiterolhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04853091684914327138noreply@blogger.com