the far fields melt my heart

Enough of politics and the troubling situation of the United States.

Here's a poem by Sylvia Plath:

Sheep in Fog

 

"The hills step off into whiteness.
People or stars
Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.

The train leaves a line of breath.
O slow
Horse the colour of rust,

Hooves, dolorous bells ----
All morning the
Morning has been blackening,

A flower left out.
My bones hold a stillness, the far
Fields melt my heart.

They threaten
To let me through to a heaven
Starless and fatherless, a dark water."

-  Sylvia Plath, Sheep in Fog