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Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Of power and playfulness Destruction and redemption You are the retribution of mans maleness And the guilt of male assumption Before we all fell like Icarus From the sky, the sky you soared It is your voice we heard, give us then a truce Give us a few spaces in your sky, or a sword To fall on and feel your pain Your beauty and your effervescence If you had only lived till today, your age would be the color of gold Like your voice rendered in your words of rage Like your poetry, straight from a heart so bold. October 27, 2011 Konrad Tademar
The Grave of Sylvia Plath Hughes "Even amidst fierce flames the golden lotus can be planted."