Morning Song : : BY SYLVIA PLATH : Love set you going like a fat gold watch.The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements. Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.In a drafty museum, your nakednessShadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls. I’m no moreContinue reading “Morning Song : Sylvia Plath : : Morning Poems : :”