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Sylvia's Death

Rating: 2.8

For Sylvia Plath

O Sylvia, Sylvia,
with a dead box of stones and spoons,
with two children, two meteors
wandering loose in a tiny playroom,
with your mouth into the sheet,
into the roofbeam, into the dumb prayer,
(Sylvia, Sylvia
where did you go

after you wrote me
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Nicole Settimi 10 September 2018

'how did you crawl into, crawl down alone into the death I wanted so badly and for so long, the death we said we both outgrew, ' - The death we both said we outgrew, so much love for that line. Xx NDS

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Carrie Small 18 April 2016

I wrote two poems of Anne before ever reading Sylvia's Death. Of course...hers is better...

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