the slime of all my yesterdays
rots in the hollow of my skulland if my stomach would contract
because of some explicable phenomenon
such as pregnancy or constipationI would not remember you
or that because of sleep
infrequent as a moon of greencheese
that because of food
nourishing as violet leaves
that because of theseand in a few fatal yards of grass
in a few spaces of sky and treetopsa future was lost yesterday
as easily and irretrievably
as a tennis ball at twilight
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Sylvia Plath Poetry
PoetrySylvia Plath Poetry is a book filled with the content of Sylvia Plath's poems. Sylvia Plath was an American poet, novelist, and short story writer. Plath's work often was singled out for the intense coupling of its violent or disturbed imagery and...