Child
Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
Whose names you meditate ---
Stalk without wrinkle,
Not this troublous
Sylvia Plath
I want to fill it with color and ducks,
The zoo of the new
April snowdrop, Indian pipe,
Little
Pool in which images
Should be grand and classical
Wringing of hands, this dark
Ceiling without a star.
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