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O half moon---
Half-brain, luminosity---
Negro, masked like a white,
Your dark
Amputations crawl and appall---
Spidery, unsafe.
What glove
What leatheriness
Has protected
Me from that shadow---
The indelible buds.
Knuckles at shoulder-blades, the
Faces that
Shove into being, dragging
The lopped
Blood-caul of absences.
All night I carpenter
A space for the thing I am given,
A love
Of two wet eyes and a screech.
White spit
Of indifference!
The dark fruits revolve and fall.
The glass cracks across,
The image
Flees and aborts like dropped mercury.
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Sylvia Plath Poetry
PuisiSylvia 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...
