The Couriers

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Sylvia Plath - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

The Couriers

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The word of a snail on the plate of a leaf? It is not mine. Do not accept it. Acetic acid in a sealed tin? Do not accept it. It is not genuine. A ring of gold with the sun in it? Lies. Lies and a grief. Frost on a leaf, the immaculate Cauldron, talking and crackling All to itself on top of each Of nine black Alps. A disturbance in mirrors, The sea shattering its grey one-- Love, love, my season.

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  • Sylvia Plath