I spent an hour with Sylvia Plath
Beside her grave, but she was dumb
No voice cut through the heavy clods
The words lay buried on her tongue
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How kisses twist from honey drops To hornet stings, from Hell and back death and a meditation on death ......very good poem thank you dear poetess.