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Found Poetry 479


oh hush, asparagus!
your green cannot talk to me
hide you under the edge of the plate
same way I imagine magicians eat
the dog says the magic words
to vanish it at my feet

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

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