03 Thursday Nov 2016
Posted in poems
Sylvia
ugly as a Picasso
in all her beauty
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beauty wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – gull circling out at sea
faces wormhole: Lapping Reflections [Deep Within Waters] – snow
Sylvia Plath wormhole: too late:
writing wormhole: woven-through
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“Who is Silvia? what is she,
That all our swains commend her?
Holy, fair, and wise is she;
The heaven such grace did lend her,
That she might admirèd be.”
For an older eulogy, perhaps.
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Gadzooks – but where’s the ‘gurn’, don’t forget the ‘gurn’, Mo, not the ‘gurn’
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It’s always hidden in the “Y”.
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