Found Poetry 854

12/16/21

even in Eden
a dying plant
burned flat up in a jug
stretching for water
dragging interiors
praying with bone-white veins
sure it can resurrect
in Eden again

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

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