Metaphor
by Sylvia Plath
I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.
5 months ago
4 comments:
Congratulations! When?
this a very clever announcement. yay for you! (and i saw your family this week, who told us:) )
We are so excited!
Yay! I haven't been on the computer since the 21st. What happy news to come back to!
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