Found Poetry 461

12/17/20

five weeping trees ask the water for a taste
they bend down slow to quickly slake
for they know a hard winter is near
they see it stir crooked and clear
sleeping in the wake of the cold mirror

This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.

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