So what use was poetry
to a white empty house?

Wolf, swan, hare,
in by the fire.

And when your tree
crashed through your house,

what use then
was all your power?

It was the use of you.
It was the flower.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Jean Valentine's poem To Plath, To Sexton

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