Ιf I was dead 23 Μαΐου, 2013 ~ Don't Ever Read Me If I was dead, and my bones adrift like dropped oars in the deep, turning earth; or drowned, and my skull a listening shell on the dark ocean bed; if I was dead, and my heart soft mulch for a red, red rose; or burned, and my body a fistful of grit, thrown in the face of the wind; if I was dead, and my eyes, blind at the roots of flowers, wept into nothing, I swear your love would raise me out of my grave, in my flesh and blood, like Lazarus; hungry for this, and this, and this, your living kiss. Carol Ann Duffy, από τη συλλογή Rapture (London: Picador, 2005) Please share away!Μοιραστείτε τοFacebookTwitterEmailΜου αρέσει! Φόρτωση...