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Stillborn by Sylvia Plath

These poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis.

They grew their toes and fingers well enough,

Their little foreheads bulged with concentration.

If they missed out on walking about like people

It wasn't for any lack of mother-love.

O I cannot understand what happened to them!

They are proper in shape and number and every part.

They sit so nicely in the pickling fluid!

They smile and smile and smile and smile at me.

And still the lungs won't fill and the heart won't start.

They are not pigs, they are not even fish,

Though they have a piggy and a fishy air --

It would be better if they ere alive, and that's what they were.

But they are dead, and their mother near dead with distraction,

And they stupidly stare, and do not speak of her.

ps. May I ask you a big favor to liberate 'ban' on my account on zh.wikipedia world? I am forever indebted to you.

--Allthingsgo (對話) 二〇一八年九月一三日 （四） 〇〇時二八分 (UTC)Allthingsgo

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