"They enter as animals from the outer
Space of holly where spikes
Are not the thoughts I turn on, like a Yogi,
But greenness, darkness so pure
They freeze and are.
O God, I am not like you
In vacuous black,
Stars stuck all over, bright stupid confetti.
Eternity bores me,
I never wanted it."
Sylvia Plath, Ariel, trad. Maria Fernanda Borges. Lisboa: Relógio D'Água, 1996, p. 146.
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