Axes
After whose stroke the wood rings,
And the echoes!
Echoes traveling
Off from the center like horses…

Escape To The World Of Words
Axes
After whose stroke the wood rings,
And the echoes!
Echoes traveling
Off from the center like horses…
By Sylvia Plath I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.Whatever you see I swallow immediatelyJust as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.I …