Friday, 26 June 2009

sylvia again...

I am nude as a chicken neck, does nobody love me?
I am exhausted, I am exhausted -
Pillar of white in a blackout of knives.
I am the magician’s girl who does not flinch.

The Bee Meeting, 3 October 1962.

My heart is a stopped geranium.

If only the wind would leave my lungs alone.

Poem for a Birthday.

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