Full of wings, otherwordliness. In this, they are Ledas. O mother of leaves and sweetness Who are these piétàs ? The shadows of ringdoves chanting, but easing nothing. Extrait de Winters trees, poésie tirée d'Arbres d'hiver, Sylvia Plath, Éditions Poésie...
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