Wednesday, September 17, 2014
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Rating: ★4.3
All day she plays at chess with the bones of the world:
Favored (while suddenly the rains begin
Beyond the window) she lies on cushions curled
And nibbles an occasional bonbon of sin.
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8/3/2025 5:54:37 PM # 1.0.0
The language of Plath is fresh as ever, metaphors are very precise and impressive. To muse of the sweet and sick odor of decay, festering gardenias in a cryp. Oh sordid eloquence. Her craftsmanship is especially visible in this poem. It's a shame it is read only by the computer here.