Sylvia Plath

I forgot the name of this poem but it's really great and I would like if you read it.


I'm a riddle in nine syllabes,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A mellon strolling on two tendrills.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples.
Boarded the train there's no getting off.

(1932-1963)
I'm sure you all can tell what my girl here is talking about!
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