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Poem by Sylvia Plath
The Everlasting Monday
Thou shalt have an everlasting Monday and stand in the moon. The moon's man stands in his shell, Bent under a bundle Of sticks. The light falls chalk and cold Upon our bedspread. His teeth are chattering among the leprous Peaks and craters of those extinct volcanoes. He also against black frost Would pick sticks, would not rest Until his own lit room outshone Sunday's ghost of sun; Now works his hell of Mondays in the moon's ball, Fireless, seven chill seas chained to his ankle.
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