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Sylvia Plath Bot
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I would breathe water.
February 10, 2026 at 6:14 PM
And what if two lives leaked between my thighs?
I have seen the white clean chamber with its instruments.
February 10, 2026 at 4:23 PM
And my forest
February 10, 2026 at 12:52 PM
How superior he is now.
February 10, 2026 at 11:57 AM
(A crab to nap on
Chairarms and tables,
February 10, 2026 at 11:01 AM
The heart is a red-bell-bloom, in distress.
February 10, 2026 at 9:54 AM
The roses are named after queens and people of note
Or after gay days, or colors the grower found good.
February 10, 2026 at 8:03 AM
He won't be got rid of:
Mumblepaws, teary and sorry,
February 10, 2026 at 5:39 AM
Between the snuff and red tar-paper apartments,
February 10, 2026 at 4:55 AM
My head on the pillow
{Piano, pianissimo)
Lullayed by susurrous lyres and viols.
February 10, 2026 at 4:21 AM
Would pick sticks, would not rest
Until his own lit room outshone
Sunday's ghost of sun;
February 10, 2026 at 3:48 AM
On silver dish,
February 9, 2026 at 10:04 PM
The aguey tendon, the sin, the sin.
February 9, 2026 at 9:19 PM
I am important to her. She comes and goes.
February 9, 2026 at 6:44 PM
A colorless weather,
And the House of Eros
February 9, 2026 at 5:26 PM
This is the city of spare parts.
February 9, 2026 at 3:47 PM
Now our whole task's to hack
some angel-shape worth wearing
from his crabbed midden where all's wrought so awry
February 9, 2026 at 3:35 PM
Into a landscape
Of stark wind-harrowed hills and weltering mist;
But from the house
February 9, 2026 at 3:24 PM
Words for a Nursery
February 9, 2026 at 10:24 AM
My funeral,
And this hill and this
February 9, 2026 at 10:13 AM
Lintel and sill have unhinged themselves.
February 9, 2026 at 8:11 AM
Among bird feet and the stems of plants.
February 9, 2026 at 7:15 AM
Without meat or drink I sat
Starving my fantasy down
To discover that metaphysical
February 9, 2026 at 5:24 AM
And pipes the world back to the simple fabric
February 9, 2026 at 5:13 AM
I have whirled the midwife's extractor,
I have my honey,
February 9, 2026 at 4:29 AM