"Words" by Sylvia Plath

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

The sap Wells like tears, like the Water striving To re-establish its mirror Over the rock

That drops and turns, A white skull, Eaten by weedy greens.

Years later I Encounter them on the road---

Words dry and riderless, The indefatigable hoof-taps.

While

From the bottom of the pool, fixed stars

Govern a life.

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