Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing. <br />I want to fill it with color and ducks, <br />The zoo of the new <br />Whose name you meditate -- <br />April snowdrop, Indian pipe, <br />Little <br /> <br />Stalk without wrinkle, <br />Pool in which images <br />Should be grand and classical <br /> <br />Not this troublous <br />Wringing of hands, this dark <br />Ceiling without a star.<br /><br />Sylvia Plath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/child/
