Soñé que tú me hechizabas en la cama

Alfred Eisenstaedt | Thomas Hart Benton, painting “the rape of Persephone” 1939

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed…
Sylvia Plath, from Mad Girl’s Love Song

 Soñé que tú me hechizabas en la cama ...

Sylvia Plath
I am not mystical: it isn't
As if I thought it had a spirit.
It is simply in its element.
That gives it a kingliness, a right.
The print of its big foot last winter,
The trail-track, on the snow in our court

Andrew Wyeth

 I have a self to recover, a queen. Is she dead, is she sleeping? Where has she been, with her lion-red body, her wings of glass?
Sylvia Plath