мне уже практически хорошо!
The abstracts however like dull angels:
Nothing so vulgar as a nose or an eye
Bossing the ethereal blanks of their face-ovals
Their whiteness bear no relationship to laundry,
Snow, Chalk or suchlike. They're
The real thing, all right: The God, The True-
Читтаю вот ее, Сильвию Плат, и вкушаю. Какая красота))))))