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each little
    Pitcher of milk, now empty.
    She has folded
    Them back into her body as petals
    Of a rose close when the garden
    Stiffens and odors bleed
    From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
    The moon has nothing to be sad about,
    Staring from her hood of bone.
    She is used to this sort of thing.
    Her blacks crackle and drag.

By the Same Author
    poetry
    ARIEL
    THE COLOSSUS
    CROSSING THE WATER
    WINTER TREES
    COLLECTED POEMS (edited by Ted Hughes)
     
    fiction
    THE BELL JAR
    JOHNNY PANIC AND THE BIBLE OF DREAMS
     
    for children
    THE BED BOOK
    (illustrated by Quentin Blake)
    THE IT-DOESN’T-MATTER-SUIT
    (illustrated by Rotraut Susanne Berner)
    COLLECTED CHILDREN’S STORIES
     
    biography
    LETTERS HOME: CORRESPONDENCE 1950–1963
    (edited by Aurelia Schober Plath)
    THE JOURNALS OF SYLVIA PLATH
    (edited by Karen V. Kukil)

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    First published in 1985
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