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- Morning Song Full Poem
Morning Song
By Sylvia Plath (1932 – 1963)
Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
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The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.
By Sylvia Plath (1932 – 1963)
Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.