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Found Poetry 208
certain cutting hands eyeing a stretched belly the mother drips the baby in the water I caught the red stench of the queen under the tilted yellow sparks in the sky it had a smile like a rock they put its tears in the bank years passed like birds overhead and this child with silver hair and so many obstacles stitched the world back together
This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.
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