Email to sign up to receive news and updates

Found Poetry 816


water does not have fizz
it seems half impossible
we take and take and take
yet it flows pleased
now I pour out for it
because it pours out for me

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

Please anonymously VOTE on the content you have just read:


Please show me a randomly selected poem

If you enjoyed any of my content, please consider supporting it in a variety of ways: