Madonna by Edward Munch
Kendi Sesimden Slyvia Plath’ın şiirini dinlemek için bilgisayarınızın sesini açabilirsiniz.
I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
Clouds pass and disperse.
Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables?
Is it for such I agitate my heart?