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The Death Of Myth-Making - Poem by Sylvia Plath

Two virtues ride, by stallion, by nag, To grind our knives and scissors: Lantern-jawed Reason, squat Common Sense, One courting doctors of all sorts, One, housewives and shopkeepers. The trees are lopped, the poodles trim, The laborer’s nails pared level Since those two civil servants set Their whetstone to the blunted edge And minced the muddling devil Whose owl-eyes in the scraggly…
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Event - Poem by Sylvia Plath

How the elements solidify! —- The moonlight, that chalk cliff In whose rift we lie Back to back. I hear an owl cry From its cold indigo. Intolerable vowels enter my heart. The child in the white crib revolves and sighs, Opens its mouth now, demanding. His little face is…