Your clever eye is the one absolutely
Beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with colour and ducks,
The zoo of the new
Whose name you meditate-
April snowdrop, Indian pipe,
Little
Stalk without wrinkle,
Pool in which images
Should be grand and classical
Not this troubulous
Wringing of hands, this dark
Ceiling without a star
-Sylvia Plath, “Child”
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Little Bird
Teen FictionJacqueline Williams' life has always been a struggle. She has been left by her father to look after her three younger siblings and clinically depressed mother. He returns from time-to-time with enough money to last until his next visit. Although har...
