The claw of the magnolia

"...Eyes, nose and ears,

A clear

Cellophane I cannot crack.

On my bare back

I smile, a buddha, all

Wants, desire

Falling from me like rings

Hugging their lights.

The claw

Of the magnolia,

Drunk on its own scents,

Asks nothing of life."

Sylvia Plath, Paralytic.

(L'urpa de la magnòlia, embriagada de la seva mateixa essència, no demana res a la vida)