Tall ships and tall kings
Three times three
What brought they from the foundered land
Over the flowing sea?
Seven stars and seven stones
And one white tree.
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Language ought to be the joint creation of poets and manual workers
by Sylvia Plath
O half moon--
Half-brain, luminosity--
Negro, masked like a white,
Your dark
Amputations crawl and appall--
Spidery, unsafe.
What glove
What leatheriness
Has protected
Me from that shadow--