Världspoesidagen 2021

Gulliver

Over your body the clouds go

High, high and icily

And a little flat, as if they

 

Unlike swans,

Having no reflections;

 

Unlike you,

With no strings attached.

All cool, all blue. Unlike you ——

 

You, there on your back,

Eyes to the sky.

The spider—men have caught you,

 

Winding and twining their petty fetters,

Their bribes ——

So many silks.

 

How they hate you.

They converse in the valley of your fingers, they are inchworms.

They would have you sleep in their cabinets,

 

This tow and that toe, a relic.

Step off!

Step off seven leagues, like those distances

 

That revolve in Crivelli, untouchable.

Let this eye be an eagle,

The shadow of his lip, an abyss.

 

Ur Ariel av Sylvia Plath 

 

Skådespelerskan  Hedda Stiernstedt läste dikten alldeles utmärkt i kvällens Babel som till en del handlade om Sylvia Plath. Elin Cullheds nya roman Eufori ger enligt henne själv en annorlunda bild av Sylvia Plath.