Tag: Plath

  • Journal: Letter in November, Sylvia Plath

    ‘Letter in November’, by Sylvia Plath Love, the world Suddenly turns, turns color. The streetlight Splits through the rat’s tail Pods of the laburnum at nine in the morning. It is the Arctic, This little black Circle, with its tawn silk grasses; babies hair. There is a green in the air, Soft, delectable. It cushions […]