Poem by Sylvia Plath

Contusion

Color floods to the spot, dull purple.
The rest of the body is all washed-out,
The color of pearl.

In a pit of a rock
The sea sucks obsessively,
One hollow thw whole sea's pivot.

The size of a fly,
The doom mark
Crawls down the wall.

The heart shuts,
The sea slides back,
The mirrors are sheeted.

1. In Plaster
2. Black Pine Tree in an Orange Light
3. A Winter Ship
4. The Snowman on the Moor
5. Prologue to Spring

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