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Poems inspired by Sylvia Plath

Mrs. Hughes

I could call you Sylvia
But you might scald me
Breathlessly from the kitchen
Knowing I have never met you
Your mouth

A furnace if I light
A match, a match, a match;
To smoke though your
Babies are both towelled
In, safe

From the stove
Where you have gone
To sleep perhaps your
Final memory was biting
A dashing

Laureate on
His cheek, his cheek, his cheek;
Who you left with a
Scar like a bloody reflection
Of yours

Hazera Bibi
Luton, UK
Monday, April 29, 2002

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