Sylvia
"Give me twenty minutes."
She said,
So I read Plath.
I read the death wish
In every poem.
Fascinated
By the Holocaust,
The images of
Burning Jews,
On every page.
Never forgetting
Their suffering
But in death,
Her remembrance
Is now gone.
Poetry by Esti D-G
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Written on 2005-09-30 at 12:15
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