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An Appearance


The smile of iceboxes annihilates me.
Such blue currents in the veins of my loved one!
I hear her great heart purr.


From her lips ampersands and percent signs
Exit like kisses.
It is Monday in her mind: morals


Launder and present themselves.
What am I to make of these contradictions?
I wear white cuffs, I bow.


Is this love then, this red material
Issuing from the steele needle that flies so blindingly?
It will make little dresses and coats,


It will cover a dynasty.
How her body opens and shuts --
A Swiss watch, jeweled in the hinges!


O heart, such disorganization!
The stars are flashing like terrible numerals.
ABC, her eyelids say.

Written by Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)

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