Lady Lazarus (Sylvia Plath Poems)
I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it---- A sort of walking miracle, my skin ...
I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it---- A sort of walking miracle, my skin ...
What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful? It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it ...
On the stiff twig up there Hunches a wet black rook Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain. I ...
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