I desire,
Occasionally, some backtalk
From the mute sky,
– Sylvia Plath (from Collected Poems; “Black Rook in Rainy Weather”)
So what’s the goddamn sky supposed to do about the dim-witted desires of a pretentious poet?
Occasionally, some backtalk
From the mute sky,
– Sylvia Plath (from Collected Poems; “Black Rook in Rainy Weather”)
So what’s the goddamn sky supposed to do about the dim-witted desires of a pretentious poet?
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