Friday, September 19, 2014

Flute Notes From A Reedy Pond Comments

Rating: 4.5

Now coldness comes sifting down, layer after layer,
To our bower at the lily root.
Overhead the old umbrellas of summer
Wither like pithless hands. There is little shelter.
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Sylvia Plath
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I read at times, when not busy, and yes writing can be helpful. Could have hoping in it. Peace.

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Nudershada Cabanes 13 December 2018

A brilliant poem wonderfully executed with great imagery.

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Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath

Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts
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