DPF / Plath

For her looking back over such a short life, and for myself, though I’ve wished it, we never could have crossed paths, as Plath died 17 days before I was born, from the Faber and Faber first edition of Winter Trees.

from Mystic / by Sylvia Plath

The children leap in their cots.
The sun blooms, it is a geranium.

The heart has not stopped.

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