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Plath,
Sylvia
An American poet, novelist, short story writer, and essayist.. American poet novelist and short story writer; 1982 Pulitzer Prize in Poetry first to receive the honor posthumously
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Winter Trees
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Written by:
Sylvia
Plath
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The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
On their blotter of fog the trees
Seem a botanical drawing--
Memories growning, ring on ring,
A series of weddings.
Knowing neither abortions nor bitchery,
Truer than women,
They seed so effortlessly!
Tasting the winds, that are footless,
Waisting-deep in history--
Full of wings, otherworldliness.
In this, they are Ledas.
O mother of leaves and sweetness
Who are these peitas?
The shadows of ringdoves chanting, but easing nothing.
note:
12 Ledas: Leda, the maiden who was raped by Zeus in the guise of a swan.
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