
[...]
I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
[...]
Elm, from Ariel, by Sylvia Plath
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Τον καιρό της φρίκης/Θα τραγουδάμε ακόμα;/Ναι, θα τραγουδάμε!/Το τραγούδι της φρίκης. (Μπρεχτ)

[...]
I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
[...]
Elm, from Ariel, by Sylvia Plath
more...