Poppies in October Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts. Nor the woman in the ambulance Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly----
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O my God, what am I That these late mouths should cry open In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.
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Palely and flamily Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes Dulled to a halt under bowlers.
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A gift, a love gift Utterly unasked for By a sky
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27 October 1962
Sylvia Plath
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Shawn Kirchner
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