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Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath

Child

Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with color and ducks,
The zoo of the new
 
Whose names you meditate ——
April snowdrop, Indian pipe,
Little
 
Stalk without wrinkle,
Pool in which images
Should be grand and classical
 
Not this troublous
Wringing of hands, this dark
Ceiling without a star.

#Americans #Suicide #Women #XXCentury

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