Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Blue Moles Comments

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They're out of the dark's ragbag, these two
Moles dead in the pebbled rut,
Shapeless as flung gloves, a few feet apart —-
Blue suede a dog or fox has chewed.
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Sylvia Plath
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Juhaina Tumlu 31 July 2020

Nicely worded poem. Nightly the battle-snouts start up In the ear of the veteran, and again I enter the soft pelt of the mole.

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Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath

Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts
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