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Poppies In JulyLittle poppies, little hell flames,Do you do no harm? You flicker. I cannot touch you.I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns And it exhausts me to watch youFlickering like that, wrinkly and clear red, like the skin of a mouth. A mouth just bloodied.Little bloody skirts! There are fumes I cannotContinue reading “Poppies in July : Sylvia Plath : : July Poems : : Months Poems : :”