Found Poetry 815

11/14/21

in a slant of light, the moon reaches
its grey knuckles find my name
study me in clearness
or in the dance of the atmosphere
I'm just the same
I'll always be here
a roof whole or part
to find by eye
to find by heart

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

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