Black Rook In Rainy Weather (Sylvia Plath Poems)
On the stiff twig up there Hunches a wet black rook Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain. I ...
On the stiff twig up there Hunches a wet black rook Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain. I ...
Somebody is shooting at something in our town -- A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street. Jealousy can open ...
Mayday: two came to field in such wise : `A daisied mead', each said to each, So were they one; ...
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