Sylvia Plath Bot
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I must swallow it all.
about 3 hours ago
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Exacted her first simple sight for this strict second.
about 4 hours ago
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Nowhere.
about 5 hours ago
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Love, love, I have hung our cave with roses,
about 6 hours ago
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Cabbageheads: wormy purple, silver-glaze, A dressing of mule ears, mothy pelts, but green-hearted, Their veins white as porkfat.
about 9 hours ago
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This little Odyssey In pink and lavender
about 10 hours ago
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Such a dark funnel, my father!
about 11 hours ago
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Buzzed and assailed the vaulted brainchamber.
about 13 hours ago
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And sits in the center of her loveless spokes.
about 15 hours ago
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Her face red and white, a panic, You have stuck her kittens outside your window In a sort of cement well
about 19 hours ago
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And he, for this subversion, Hurts me, he
about 21 hours ago
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Of wars, wars, wars.
about 24 hours ago
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Nights, I squat in the cornucopia Of your left ear, out of the wind,
1 day ago
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Trills its hurt out Above pitch of pedestrian ear, So, perhaps I, knelled dumb by your absence,
1 day ago
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Obliquely with a dry-wet
1 day ago
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Way up the river-basin.
1 day ago
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Resistive, ruddy-bodied, Dwarfing us.
1 day ago
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From between two hills a sudden wind funnels at me, Slapping its phantom laundry in my face.
1 day ago
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To quench his thirst I squander blood; He eats, and still his need seeks food, Compels a total sacrifice.
1 day ago
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Not nails, and a mirror to keep the snaky head In safe perspective, could outface the gorgon-grimace
1 day ago
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Inching off in the gray Chevrolet, drinking the green Poison of stilled lawns, the little clapboard gravestones,
1 day ago
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But from leaf, from grass,
1 day ago
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It stretches into the distance. It will be eaten nevertheless.
1 day ago
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Mourned by religious figures, by garlanded children.
1 day ago
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Searching my reaches for what she really is.
2 days ago
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When one of them falls it leaves a space, A sense of absence in its old shining place.
2 days ago
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They would have you sleep in their cabinets,
2 days ago
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And wear my painted face the way a mummy-case Wears the face of a pharaoh, though it's made of mud and water.
2 days ago
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When I split a rock one time
2 days ago
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These are our crepes. Eat them before they blow cold.'
2 days ago
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is closed; the tub exists behind our back:
2 days ago
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You are too big. They must take you back!
3 days ago
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So magical! A hot spring I must seal off and let fill
3 days ago
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That, it seems, is the impossibility.
3 days ago
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Love, love, and well, I was tired
3 days ago
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Of animals to choir: 'Look what thresh of wings Wields guard of honor over these!' Starred with words
3 days ago
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Some strange injury And seems to die: so vapors
3 days ago
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Coming at me, like a castle, from the top of the river.
3 days ago
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The smog of cooking, the smog of hell Floats our heads, two venomous opposites, Our bones, our hair.
3 days ago
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He stamped and cracked stalks to the ground Which had caused his dear girl pain.
3 days ago
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Is it the butcher, the grocer, the postman, someone I know?
3 days ago
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Stiffens and odors bleed
3 days ago
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I do not believe in those terrible children
4 days ago
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From me like Isadora's scarves, I'm in a fright One scarf will catch and anchor in the wheel.
4 days ago
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Still, they're our best mustering of height: by
4 days ago
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No place, it seemed, for the effigy to fare Free from all molesting.
4 days ago
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Sun struck the water like a damnation.
4 days ago
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I have one eye, you have two.
5 days ago
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The featurelessness of that cloud, now!
5 days ago
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Pursuit Dans lefond des forks votre image me suit.
5 days ago
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