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Secrets Hidden In Rhyme

From The Shelf

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.

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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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