faun
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bir sylvia plath şiiri:
haunched like a faun, he hooed
from grove of moon-glint and fen-frost
until all owls in the twigged forest
flapped black to look and brood
on the call this man made.
no sound but a drunken coot
lurching home along river bank.
stars hung water-sunk, so a rank
of double star-eyes lit
boughs where those owls sat.
an arena of yellow eyes
watched the changing shape he cut,
saw hoof harden from foot, saw sprout
goat-horns. marked how god rose
and galloped woodward in that guise.
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