And once again
When I went a-maying —
& once or twice more I had seen thee before.
For there grow the May flower
(Epigaea repens)
& the mt cranberry
& the screech owl strepens
by Sylvia Plath
No novice
In those elaborate rituals
Which allay the malice
Of knotted table and crooked chair,
The new woman in the ward
Wears purple, steps carefully
Among her secret combinations of eggshells