Child

Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with color and ducks,
The zoo of the new

Whose names you meditate --
April snowdrop, Indian pipe,
Little

Stalk without wrinkle,
Pool in which images
Should be grand and classical

Not this troublous
Wringing of hands, this dark
Ceiling without a star.

"Child" by Sylvia Plath (1932-1963), from The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath, published in 1981.

[This lovely little girl was one of the many people enjoying the event that [url=http://www.blipfoto.com/entry/4747779]Phil blipped today[/url].]

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