Dialogue Between Ghost And Priest (Sylvia Plath Poems)
In the rectory garden on his evening walk Paced brisk Father Shawn. A cold day, a sodden one it was ...
In the rectory garden on his evening walk Paced brisk Father Shawn. A cold day, a sodden one it was ...
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
Kindness glides about my house. Dame Kindness, she is so nice! The blue and red jewels of her rings smoke ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people. Where do the black trees go that drink here? Their shadows must ...
I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the ...
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