Found Poetry 262

4/13/20

we climb long and high to see it
the quartz face on the mountain
cradled in ancient trees
morning rain drips from its eye
it reflects us and we cry

This poem was created from Sylvia Plath's collected works. Click here to get a book of Plath's poems.

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