Sylvia Plath

Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts
Sylvia Plath
Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts
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The Stones

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This is the city where men are mended.
I lie on a great anvil.
The flat blue sky-circle

Flew off like the hat of a doll
When I fell out of the light. I entered
The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard.

The mother of pestles diminished me.
I became a still pebble.
The stones of the belly were peaceable,
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george moseley 22 April 2019
horrible flat reading by robot-like dike
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austin k. 06 December 2018
hi i like it this poem it is very very cool it has very good details
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