The poem
The hills step off into whiteness. People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them.
The train leaves a line of breath. O slow Horse the colour of rust,
Hooves, dolorous bells ---- All morning the Morning has been blackening,
A flower left out. My bones hold a stillness, the far Fields melt my heart.
They threaten To let me through to a heaven Starless and fatherless, a dark water.
one of my favorites by sylvia.i read her work all the time.
Reflects Plath's impulse towards death. She is aware of her impending end.
sheep in fog
There would be no Heaven without the Father.
Sheep in Fog
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