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 ...
No use whistling for Lyonnesse! Sea-cold, sea-cold it certainly is. Take a look at the white, high berg on his ...
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