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    Sylvia Plath - Poppies In October


    by poetictouch

    Sylvia Plath reads her poem Poppies In October

    Poppies In October
    by Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)

    Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
    Nor the woman in the ambulance
    Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly —

    A gift, a love gift
    Utterly unasked for
    By a sky

    Palely and flamily
    Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes
    Dulled to a halt under bowlers.

    O my God, what am I
    That these late mouths should cry open
    In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.