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— E.E. Cummings

It is said that if the dead who died in the Great

War were placed head to feet, they would stretch

from New York to San Francisco, and from San

Francisco back again to New York; and if those

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And I slept on like a bent finger.

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Sylvia Plath·1932–1963
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he first thing I saw was sheer airAnd the locked drops rising in a dewLimpid as spirits. Many stones layDense and expressionless round about.I didn’t know what to make of it. I shone, mica-scaled, and unfolded
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