Found Poetry 573

2/20/21

don't hole my horizon, bomb
I curse you with every letter
until my lungs are stiff

you rose from reason, dumb
we grieve for something better
a drink of peace on our dry lips

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

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