The Companionable Ills

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Sylvia Plath - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

The Companionable Ills

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The nose-end that twitches, the old imperfections— Tolerable now as moles on the face Put up with until chagrin gives place To a wry complaisance— Dug in first as God's spurs To start the spirit out of the mud It stabled in; long-used, became well-loved Bedfellows of the spirit's debauch, fond masters.

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  • Sylvia Plath