Among orange-tile rooftops
 and chimney pots
the fen fog slips,
 gray as rats,

while on spotted branch
 of the sycamore
two black rooks hunch
 and darkly glare,

watching for night,
 with absinthe eye
cocked on the lone, late,
 passer-by.

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Poet: Sylvia Plath (Sylvia Plath Art)
Poem: Prospect
Volume: The Collected Poems
Year: Published/Written in 1956
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