Poppies In July - A poem by Sylvia Plath


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Sylvia Plath - Poppies In July

Little poppies, little hell flames,
Do you do no harm?

You flicker.  I cannot touch you.
I put my hands among the flames.  Nothing burns

And it exhausts me to watch you
Flickering like that, wrinkly and clear red, like the skin of a mouth.

A mouth just bloodied.
Little bloody skirts!

There are fumes I cannot touch.
Where are your opiates, your nauseous capsules?

If I could bleed, or sleep! -
If my mouth could marry a hurt like that!

Or your liquors seep to me, in this glass capsule,
Dulling and stilling.

But colorless.  Colorless.

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Poet: Sylvia Plath Poem: Poppies In July Volume: The Collected Poems Year: Published/Written in 1960 Comment 2 of 2, added on February 20th, 2012 at 7:14 PM. cialis suisse Dans une Etats Unis en Novembre les problemes dordre sexuels ont ete concu pour du total des ordonnances reussir dans le lit. cialis belgique from United States Comment 1 of 2, added on June 5th, 2005 at 5:27 PM. very clever. i liked it alot. it reminds me of some things in my life. cj from United States More Comments >> Are you looking for more information on this poem? Perhaps you are trying to analyze it? The poem, Poppies In July, has received 2 comments. Click here to read them, and perhaps post a comment of your own.

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Poet: Sylvia Plath Poem: Poppies In July Volume: The Collected Poems Year: Published/Written in 1960 Last read: 2013-06-18 21:37:25 Viewed 14921 times. Added Feb 21 2003.

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