Sylvia Plath: Sheep in Fog

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Sheep in Fog

The hills step off into whiteness.
People or stars
Regard me sadly, I disappoint them. 

The train leaves a line of breath.
O slow
Horse the colour of rust,

Hooves, dolorous bells –
All morning the
Morning has been blackening,

A flower left out.
My bones hold a stillness, the far
Fields melt my heart.

They threaten
To let me through to a heaven
Starless and fatherless, a dark water.

(Sylvia Plath. 27. Oktober 1932, † 11. Februar 1963.)

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