Evocando as fadas

(...)

There is a green in the air,
Soft, delectable.
It cushions me lovingly.

I am flushed and warm.
I think I may be enormous,
I am so stupidly happy,
My Wellingtons
Squelching and squelching through the beautiful red.
(...)

Sylvia Plath . do poema "Letter In November"