By Sylvia Plath You do not do, you do not doAny more, black shoeIn which I have lived like a footFor thirty years, poor and …
Autobiographical
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Autobiographical
By Eunice de Souza Right, now here it comes.I killed my father when I was three.I have muddled through several affairsand always come out badly.I’ve …
Background, Casually
By Nissim Ezekiel I A poet-rascal-clown was born,The frightened child who would not eatOr sleep, a boy of meager bone.He never learned to fly a …
A Prayer For My Daughter
By William Butler Yeats Once more the storm is howling, and half hidUnder this cradle-hood and coverlidMy child sleeps on. There is no obstacleBut Gregory’s …