Found Poetry 891

1/7/22

drink from the cup of flames
the burning drips straight-center down
it will never settle
or melt like so-called precious metals
feel the enormity of its truth
presently infinitesimal

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

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