Never try to trick me with a kiss
Pretending that the birds are here to stay;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.A stone can masquerade where no heart is
And virgins rise where lustful Venus lay:
Never try to trick me with a kiss.Our noble doctor claims the pain is his,
While stricken patients let him have his say;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.Each virile bachelor dreads paralysis,
The old maid in the gable cries all day:
Never try to trick me with a kiss.The suave eternal serpents promise bliss
To mortal children longing to be gay;
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.Sooner or later something goes amiss;
The singing birds pack up and fly away;
So never try to trick me with a kiss:
The dying man will scoff and scorn at this.
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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...