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I made a fire being tired	A
Of the white fists of old	B
Letters and their death rattle	C
When I came too close to the wastebasket	D
What did they know that I didn't	E
Grain by grain they unrolled	E
Sands where a dream of clear water	F
Grinned like a getaway car	G
I am not subtle	C
Love love and well I was tired	E
Of cardboard cartons the color of cement or a dog pack	H
Holding in it's hate	E
Dully under a pack of men in red jackets	I
And the eyes and times of the postmarks	I
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This fire may lick and fawn but it is merciless	I
A glass case	I
My fingers would enter although	J
They melt and sag they are told	E
Do not touch	K
And here is an end to the writing	L
The spry hooks that bend and cringe and the smiles the smiles	I
And at least it will be a good place now the attic	M
At least I won't be strung just under the surface	I
Dumb fish	N
With one tin eye	O
Watching for glints	I
Riding my Arctic	M
Between this wish and that wish	N
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So I poke at the carbon birds in my housedress	I
They are more beautiful than my bodiless owl	P
They console me	Q
Rising and flying but blinded	E
They would flutter off black and glittering they would be coal angels	I
Only they have nothing to say but anybody	Q
I have seen to that	E
With the butt of a rake	R
I flake up papers that breathe like people	C
I fan them out	E
Between the yellow lettuces and the German cabbage	S
Involved in it's weird blue dreams	I
Involved in a foetus	I
And a name with black edges	I
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Wilts at my foot	E
Sinuous orchis	I
In a nest of root hairs and boredom	T
Pale eyes patent leather gutturals	I
Warm rain greases my hair extinguishes nothing	L
My veins glow like trees	I
The dogs are tearing a fox This is what it is like	U
A read burst and a cry	O
That splits from it's ripped bag and does not stop	V
With that dead eye	O
And the stuffed expression but goes on	W
Dyeing the air	X
Telling the particles of the clouds the leaves the water	F
What immortality is That it is immortal	C

Sylvia Plath

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