Poem by Sylvia Plath

Words

Axes
After whose stroke the wood rings,
And the echoes!
Echoes traveling
Off from the center like horses.

The sap
Wells like tears, like the
Water striving
To re-establish its mirror
Over the rock

That drops and turns,
A white skull,
Eaten by weedy greens.
Years later I
Encounter them on the road-

Words dry and riderless,
The indefatigable hoof-taps.
While
From the bottom of the pool, fixed stars
Govern a life.

1. The Great Carbuncle
2. Eavesdropper
3. Prospect
4. Event
5. November Graveyard

Ella Wilcox Words ("Words are great forces in the realm of life")

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