Friday, September 19, 2014

The Great Carbuncle Comments

Rating: 4.5

We came over the moor-top
Through air streaming and green-lit,
Stone farms foundering in it,
Valleys of grass altering
In a light neither dawn
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Sylvia Plath
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Bjpafa Meragente 08 November 2020

No pilgrims nor rewards, Home hurts. Teeth biting. Mind and limbs scream in pain.

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Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath

Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts
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