For Susan O'Neill Roe

For Susan ONeill Roe What a thrill --- My flip instead of an onion. The top rather g integrity Except for a sieve of a hinge Of skin, A perplex like a hat, unawares white. Then that cerise plush. itsy-bitsy pilgrim, The Indians axed your scalp. Your turkey wattle Carpet rolls instantly from the heart. I step on it, Clutching my bottle Of pink fizz. A celebration, this is. give away of a gap A one million million soldiers run, Redcoats, both one. Whose side are they on? O my Homunculus, I am ill. I have interpreted a yellow journalism to kill The thin Papery feeling. Saboteur, Kamikaze man --- The befoul on your Gauze Ku Klux Klan Babushka Darkens and tarnishes and when The balled number of your heart Confronts its small Mill of silence How you jump --- Trepanned veteran, raunchy girl, Thumb stump. almsgiving by Sylvia Plath | | | forgivingness glides about my house. | |Dame Kindness, she is so nice! | |The blue and rose-cheeked jewels of her rings smoke | |In the windows, the mirrors | |Are filling with smiles. | | | |What is so real as the war whoop of a child? | |A rabbits cry may be wilder | |But it has no soul.

| | bread can redress everything, so Kindness says. | | scar is a necessary fluid, | | | |Its crystals a little poultice. | |O benignity, kind-heartedness | |Sweetly picking up pieces! | |My Japanese silks, desperate butterflies, | | may be pinned any minute, anesthetized. | | | |And present you come, with a cup of tea...If you gossip for to get a proficient essay, order it on our website: Ordercustompaper.com

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