The Tour - Poem by Sylvia Plath

O maiden aunt, you have come to call. Do step into the hall! With your bold Gecko, the little flick! All cogs, weird sparkle and every cog solid gold. And I in slippers and housedress with no lipstick! And you want to be shown about! Yes, yes, this is my address. Not a patch on your place, I guess, with the Javanese Geese and the monkey trees. It’s a bit burnt-out, A bit of a wild machine, a…
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