Lyonnesse (Sylvia Plath Poems)
No use whistling for Lyonnesse! Sea-cold, sea-cold it certainly is. Take a look at the white, high berg on his ...
No use whistling for Lyonnesse! Sea-cold, sea-cold it certainly is. Take a look at the white, high berg on his ...
Mayday: two came to field in such wise : `A daisied mead', each said to each, So were they one; ...
I'm a riddle in nine syllables, An elephant, a ponderous house, A melon strolling on two tendrils. O red fruit, ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
Unlucky the hero born In this province of the stuck record Where the most watchful cooks go jobless And the ...
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