Sylvia Plath Poem by Elena Sandu
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath..
I cannot read one word of her,
who would put a price
on the rights
of soul searching, now?
Wow:
Copyrights! ! ..
Her bones must be red with anger..
Please business people!
You are taking the food
from the table
of the many,
let them the least with a chance,
a small one, any,
to feed their
souls with a few crumbs of poems..
absolutely......they need those crumbs of poems......as all of us need....to feed......our souls......well done.........
o feed their souls with a few crumbs of poems... quite interesting to read these lines..well written
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5/7/2024 11:23:00 AM # 1.0.0.1119
'Sylvia Plath.. I cannot read one word of her, ' I can read her words many, and of other poets, I do not eat the crumbs, I eat entire loaves, the bread of life to a poet, a bakery of thoughts :)