Lady Lazarus : SYLVIA PLATH : : Death Poems : :

Lady LazarusBY SYLVIA PLATHI have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it—— A sort of walking miracle, my skin Bright as a Nazi lampshade, My right foot A paperweight,My face a featureless, fine Jew linen. Peel off the napkin O my enemy. Do I terrify?—— The nose, the eye pits, theContinue reading “Lady Lazarus : SYLVIA PLATH : : Death Poems : :”

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