Found Poetry 894

1/8/22

another stone, another castle
hunters holding onto their cliffs
tilted over the cusp of years
wheat that no longer grows
corn that cannot find at ear

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

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