Lady Lazarus

I have done it again.
One year in every ten
i manage it-

a sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot

a paperweight,
My face a featureless, fine
Jew linen.

Peel off the napkin
0 my enemy.
Do i terrify? -

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.

Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me

And i a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat i have nine times to die.

This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.

What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see

Them unwrap me hand and foot
The big strip tease.
Gentlemen, ladies

These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,

Nevertheless, i am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened i was ten.
It was an accident.

The second time i meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut

As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

Dying
Is an art, like everything else,
i do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say i've a call.

It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
It's the theatrical

Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:

'a miracle!'
That knocks me out.
There is a charge

For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart-
It really goes.

And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood

Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.

I am your opus,
i am your valuable,
The pure gold baby

That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think i underestimate your great concern.

Ash, ash -
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there-

a cake of soap,
a wedding ring,
a gold filling.

Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.

Out of the ash
i rise with my red hair
And i eat men like air.


- Sylvia Plathda PensieriParole <http://www.pensieriparole.it/poesie/poesie-d-autore/poesia-79087?f=a:3701>

mi sono coperta di parole

Io mi sono coperta di parole
perché nessuno trovi il silenzio in cui sto

- Marie Noël

Vincent

"Penso spesso che la notte è più viva e intensamente colorata del giorno" - Vincent van Gogh

non cercare di dire mai al tuo amore

Non cercare mai di dire al tuo amore
amore che mai non si può dire;
perché il vento gentile si muove
silenzioso, invisibile.

Ho detto il mio amore,
ho detto il mio amore,
le ho detto tutto il mio cuore;
tremante, gelido, in terribili paure-
ah, se ne va via.

Non appena se ne fu andata da me
uno straniero passò per caso;
silenzioso, invisibile
oh, non ci fu rifiuto.

- William Blake

your naked soul

"Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul" - Charlie Chaplin

una sregolata passione per il piacere

“Il segreto per rimanere giovani sta nell'avere una sregolata passione per il piacere.” - Oscar Wilde

vorrei quasi che fossimo farfalle

"Vorrei quasi che fossimo farfalle e vivessimo appena tre giorni d’estate, tre giorni così con te li colmerei di tali delizie che cinquant’anni comuni non potrebbero mai contenere" - John Keats

Je t'aime...moi non plus

Je t'aime
Oh, oui je t'aime!
Moi non plus
Oh, mon amour
Comme la vague irrésolu
Je vais je vais et je viens
Entre tes reins
Et je
Me retiens-je t'aime je t'aime
Oh, oui je t'aime!
Moi non plus
Oh mon amour
Tu es la vague, moi l'île nue
Tu va et tu viens
Entre mes reins
Tu vas et tu viens
Entre mes reins
Et je
Te rejoins- je t'aime je t'aime
Moi non plus
Oh, mon amour
Comme la vague irrésolu
Je vais je vais et je viens
Entre tes reins
Et je
Me retiens
Tu va et tu viens
Entre mes reins
Tu vas et tu viens
Entre mes reins
Et je
Te rejoins- je t'aime je t'aime
Oh, oui je t'aime!
Moi non plus
Oh mon amour
L'amour physique est sans issue
Je vais et je viens
Entre tes reins
Je vais et je viens
Et je me retiens
Non! main-
Tenant
Viens!

- Serge Gainsbourg