this voyage is terminal ... (355)
I gave my love a cookie ... (322)
Love me love me love me love me
I am in need thereof, I mean of love ... (192).
There is a constant concern for other poets. He writes of Frost, Jarrell, Williams, and dozens of others. The book is a catalogue of poets, alive and dead, forming the greatest lament since Dunbar.
DREAM SONG NUMBER 172
Your face broods from my table, Suicide.
Your force came on like a torrent toward the end
of agony and wrath.
You were christened in the beginning Sylvia Plath
and changed that name for Mrs Hughes and bred
and went on around the bend
till the oven seemed the proper place for you.
I brood upon your face, the geography of grief,
hooded, till I allow
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