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Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly--
A gift, a love gift
Utterly unasked for
By a sky
Palely and flamily
Igniting its carbon monoxide, by eyes
Dulled to a halt under bowlers.
O my God, what am I
That these late mouths should cry open
In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.
- Poppies in October by Sylvia Plath
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- Drawing a blank
- New York neighborhoods by income
- blissfully clean
- snow
- TO DO
- SO SCARY
- Poem from a while ago
- Yup
- You can tell I'm getting a lot done
- Long Haired Child
- Flea Market, Gingerbread, Thao
- go obama go obama go
- Dead Kennedys
- Well Infromed and Protesting
- WINDY
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- Godzilla
- CocoRosie
- Persimmons, by Li-Young Lee
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