The Tin Box (for Sylvia Plath)
Every ten years your head
lands in the tin box.
It is not the vision.
Ach du lieber Himmel!
What a show!
the words fall off the page
and if and if
the moon had not been closed
you might have landed
beside the crows and the otters
crawling over the wet moor
of the mssing one
but it is as it is
the shouting that you hear
as the banged door stops the rest.
Leslie Philibert's Other Poems
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Comments about this poem (The Tin Box (for Sylvia Plath) by Leslie Philibert )
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Still I Rise
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings
William Ernest Henley
Did you read them?
- Immersing Life, RoseAnn V. Shawiak
- Ruled By Share Values, Terence G. Craddock
- Forgive Me Lord, The Oracle
- Earth's Greediest Ruling Government?, Terence G. Craddock
- She's The Devil and I am Her Sin, A.j. Binash
- depths within the shallows, Metaphorically Speaking
- You are leading being the head, gajanan mishra
- Chasing Rainbows, Rachel Nichols
- Rasta bhoole nahi thhe, ANJALI KAKATI
- Without Purpose Or Reason Affixed, Lawrence S. Pertillar