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Sylvia Plath - Mary's Song

The Sunday lamb cracks in its fat.
The fat
Sacrifices its opacity. . . .

A window, holy gold.
The fire makes it precious,
The same fire

Melting the tallow heretics,
Ousting the Jews.
Their thick palls float

Over the cicatrix of Poland, burnt-out
Germany.
They do not die.

Grey birds obsess my heart,
Mouth-ash, ash of eye.
They settle.  On the high

Precipice
That emptied one man into space
The ovens glowed like heavens, incandescent.

It is a heart,
This holocaust I walk in,
O golden child the world will kill and eat.

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Mary's Song - Comments and Information

Poet: Sylvia Plath
Poem: Mary's Song
Volume: The Collected Poems
Poem of the Day: Jun 2 2012

Comment 12 of 12, added on August 4th, 2014 at 4:19 PM.
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8PHF4L Great post.Thanks Again. Want more.

crorkz from Antigua and Barbuda
Comment 11 of 12, added on August 3rd, 2014 at 2:53 PM.
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JW0RIY I really liked your article post.Really thank you! Really Cool.

crorkz from Nepal
Comment 10 of 12, added on June 25th, 2014 at 9:17 AM.

Thanks for consisting of the beautiful pictures-- so vulnerable to a feeling of contemplation.

Brittney from Turks and Caicos Islands

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