Will they occur,
These people with torso of steel
Winged elbows and eyeholes
Awaiting masses
Of cloud to give them expression,
These super-people! -
And my baby a nail
Driven, driven in.
He shrieks in his grease
Bones nosing for distance.
And I, nearly extinct,
His three teeth cutting
Themselves on my thumb -
And the star,
The old story.
In the lane I meet sheep and wagons,
Red earth, motherly blood.
O You who eat
People like light rays, leave
This one
Mirror safe, unredeemed
By the dove's annihilation,
The glory
The power, the glory.
Brasilia
Sylvia Plath
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Poem topics: baby, cloud, light, mirror, power, red, star, earth, steel, sheep, dove, story, expression, distance, I love you, I miss you, people, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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