Author:  Sylvia Plath
Book:    Plath: Poems
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I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house, A melon strolling on two tendrils. O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising. Money's new-minted in this fat purse. I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf. I've eaten a bag of green apples, Boarded the train there's no getting off.

( Sylvia Plath )
[ Plath: Poems ]
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