Tulips (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in I am ...
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in I am ...
How far is it? How far is it now? The gigantic gorilla interior Of the wheels move, they appall me ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the ...
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
Touch it: it won't shrink like an eyeball, This egg-shaped bailiwick, clear as a tear. Here's yesterday, last year --- ...
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