Electra On Azalea Path (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The day you died I went into the dirt, Into the lightless hibernaculum Where bees, striped black and gold, sleep ...
The day you died I went into the dirt, Into the lightless hibernaculum Where bees, striped black and gold, sleep ...
The engine is killing the track, the track is silver, It stretches into the distance. It will be eaten nevertheless. ...
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