Sylvia Plath Poem by Sonny Rainshine

Sylvia Plath

Rating: 4.9


She reached for grapes
and grasped a cluster of words,
which she crushed in her fingers
to make a concoction of nouns
and verbs, demonstrative adjectives,
and then she drank them,

bitter.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Anusha Sreekant 02 January 2018

Deep! So much said in so little words...splendid!

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Mary Gordley 14 December 2007

Very well written. Thanks

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