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Sylvia Plath - Jilted

My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,
My tears like vinegar,
Or the bitter blinking yellow
Of an acetic star.

Tonight the caustic wind, love,
Gossips late and soon,
And I wear the wry-faced pucker of
The sour lemon moon.

While like an early summer plum,
Puny, green, and tart,
Droops upon its wizened stem
My lean, unripened heart.

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Poet: Sylvia Plath
Poem: Jilted
Poem of the Day: Nov 28 2012

Comment 16 of 16, added on December 21st, 2014 at 6:47 PM.
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A00VM3 You could certainly see your expertise in the work you write. The arena hopes for even more passionate writers such as you who are not afraid to mention how they believe. Always follow your heart.

awesome seo from India
Comment 15 of 16, added on December 14th, 2014 at 2:49 PM.

Depressing stuff. Waste of time.

euro from United States
Comment 14 of 16, added on December 9th, 2014 at 10:02 AM.
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This poem seems to me a specimen of pessimism and dejectedness. Plath had never had a proper or a beautiful relation either with her father or later on with her husband. This poem actually stands for the same state of Plath.

ana arif from Pakistan

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