Found Poetry 600

3/16/21

salt-licked windows on the old house at the edge of the sea
its sides peeling red strips like bark on a sick tree
that tall light used to shine as cut diamonds hanging it seemed
but all great things need a time to be dimmed

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

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