Winter Trees

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Sylvia Plath - Non-Music, Poetry (Literature)

Winter Trees

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The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve. On their blotter of fog the trees Seem a botanical drawing -- Memories growing, ring on ring, A series of weddings. Knowing neither abortions nor bitchery, Truer than women, They seed so effortlessly! Tasting the winds, that are footless, Waist-deep in history -- Full of wings, otherworldliness. In this, they are Ledas. O mother of leaves and sweetness Who are these piet�s? The shadows of ringdoves chanting, but chasing nothing.

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  • Sylvia Plath