Found Poetry 860

12/19/21

silver is a quiet fist
an infinitely deep but well-lit pit
immortality all up in it

most forms of money are unsightly scars
others form who we are
scraps of exploding stars

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

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