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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
Oh no! I'm going to have to agree with you that there is no better word than shit to describe that weather! Here I was complaining about a little breeze. Eek.
ReplyDeleteThat looks like a lot of rain.. I'd call that shit too :(
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