Sheep In Fog (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The hills step off into whiteness. People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them. The train leaves a line ...
The hills step off into whiteness. People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them. The train leaves a line ...
No use whistling for Lyonnesse! Sea-cold, sea-cold it certainly is. Take a look at the white, high berg on his ...
A dream tree, Polly's tree: a thicket of sticks, each speckled twig ending in a thin-paned leaf unlike any other ...
In the dour ages Of drafty cells and draftier castles, Of dragons breathing without the frame of fables, Saint and ...
Through frost-thick weather This witch sidles, fingers crooked, as if Caught in a hazardous medium that might Merely by its ...
Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly, A blackberry ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the villagers---- The rector, the midwife, the sexton, ...
All summer we moved in a villa brimful of echos, Cool as the pearled interior of a conch. Bells, hooves, ...
A smile fell in the grass. Irretrievable! And how will your night dances Lose themselves. In mathematics? Such pure leaps ...
In the rectory garden on his evening walk Paced brisk Father Shawn. A cold day, a sodden one it was ...
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