At the essential landscape stare, stare. Till your eyes foist a vision dazzling on the wind: Whatever lost ghosts flare, Damned, howling in their shrouds across the moor. Rave on the leash of the starving mind. Which peoples the bare room, the blank, untenanted air.
Sylvia PlathAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: american
- Born: October 27, 1932
- Died: February 11, 1963
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