Found Poetry 492

12/27/20

enter the estate of the beast
run! don't even ask your feet. make streaks!
don't stop! a one second pause makes shrieks
didn't you notice the silent stone trees?
the forms of men, women, and children they take
not mere stories or fables, but real truth to shake
your daughter? grab her, and head towards the gate!
just then the monster starts to wake
longing for a race and art to create

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

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