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Sylvia Plath

Give me back my shape. I am ready to construe the days / I coupled with dust in the shadow of a stone. / My ankles brighten. Brightness ascends my thighs. / I am lost, I am lost, in the robes of all this light. —Sylvia Plath, from  “Witch Burning,” The Collected Poems. (San Val… Continue reading Sylvia Plath

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Robert Lowell

Epilogue Those blessèd structures, plot and rhyme— why are they no help to me now I want to make something imagined, not recalled? I hear the noise of my own voice: The painter’s vision is not a lens, it trembles to caress the light. But sometimes everything I write    with the threadbare art of… Continue reading Robert Lowell

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