If you dissect a bird / to diagram the tongue, / you'll cut the chord / articulating song.
Sylvia PlathI have let things slip, a thirty-year~old cargo boat Stubbornly hanging on to my name and address.
Sylvia PlathIf you dissect a bird / to diagram the tongue, / you'll cut the chord / articulating song.
Sylvia PlathI have let things slip, a thirty-year~old cargo boat Stubbornly hanging on to my name and address.
Sylvia Plath