by Sylvia Plath (1932 - 1963)

Morning song
Language: English 
All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses.  I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.

The window square
Whitens and swallows its dull stars.  And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.

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This text was added to the website: 2007-08-17
Line count: 7
Word count: 44