***

Some woman

fails to astonish you

Sylvia Plath

drapes the windows

and listens to the sea

to her it seems

this all is just an imitation

in truth it’s not the sea

but just

sampled sounds

sound effects

no one tells the truth

to her

that there is no sea or wind

no fear

no pain

no rage

just simulations

of all feelings and hopes

other than one—

the hope of writing

to survive

either to die

or live

Translated by Michael M. Naydan