Friday, September 19, 2014

The Detective Comments

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What was she doing when it blew in
Over the seven hills, the red furrow, the blue mountain?
Was she arranging cups? It is important.
Was she at the window, listening?
In that valley the train shrieks echo like souls on hooks.
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Sylvia Plath
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Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath

Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts
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