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Pasar Togel

Posted on July 24, 2019 by sylviaplathforum

Pasaran Togel Yang Harus Diketahui Pemain Permainan togel sangat mendunia hingga memiliki pasaran tersendiri. Pemain yang ingin bermain togel harus mengerti soal pasaran-pasaran ini agar lebih bisa mengerti togel. Permainan yang menjadi favorit banyak orang ini sudah memiliki pasaran tersendiri. Ketika internet belum berkembang seperti sekarang, sangat susah untuk mengetahui pasaran togel yang sedang berkembang….

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Words

Posted on June 13, 2019 by sylviaplathforum

Axes after whose stroke the wood rings, And the echoes! Echoes travelling Off from the centre like horses. The sap Wells like tears, like the Water striving To re-establish its mirror Over the rock That drops and turns, A white skull, Eaten by weedy greens. Years later I Encounter them on the road______ Words dry…

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Tulips

Posted on June 13, 2019 by sylviaplathforum

The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in. I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions. I have given my name and my…

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The Thin People

Posted on June 13, 2019June 13, 2019 by sylviaplathforum

They are always with us, the thin people Meager of dimension as the gray people On a movie-screen. They Are unreal, we say: It was only in a movie, it was only In a war making evil headlines when we Were small that they famished and Grew so lean and would not round Out their…

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Mystic

Posted on June 13, 2019 by sylviaplathforum

The air is a mill of hooks – Questions without answer, Glittering and drunk as flies Whose kiss stings unbearably In the fetid wombs of black air under pines in summer. I remember The dead smell of sun on wood cabins, The stiffness of sails, the long salt winding sheets. Once one has seen God,…

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The Moon And The Yew Tree

Posted on June 13, 2019 by sylviaplathforum

This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue. The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were God Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility Fumy, spiritous mists inhabit this place. Separated from my house by a row…

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Mirror

Posted on June 13, 2019 by sylviaplathforum

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful- The eye of the little god, four cornered. Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall. It is pink, with speckles. I have…

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Cut

Posted on June 13, 2019 by sylviaplathforum

For Susan O’Neill Roe What a thrill —- My thumb instead of an onion. The top quite gone Except for a sort of a hinge Of skin, A flap like a hat, Dead white. Then that red plush. Little pilgrim, The Indian’s axed your scalp. Your turkey wattle Carpet rolls Straight from the heart. I…

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The Bee Meeting

Posted on June 13, 2019 by sylviaplathforum

Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the villagers—– The rector, the midwife, the sexton, the agent for bees. In my sleeveless summery dress I have no protection, And they are all gloved and covered, why did nobody tell me? They are smiling and taking out veils tacked to ancient…

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Daddy

Posted on June 13, 2019 by sylviaplathforum

Daddy You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time— Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with…

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