„Love is a shadow.
How you lie and ery after it
Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse.
All night I shall gallop thus, impetuously,
Till your head is a stone, your pillow a little turf, Eehoing, eehoing.
Or shall I bring you the sound of poisons?
This is rain now, this big hush.
And this is the fruit of it: tin-white, like arsenie.
I have suffered the atroeity of sunsets.
Seorehed to the root
My red filaments bum and stand, a hand of wires …. ”
Sylvia Plath „Elm”