“I am a lantern” by Sylvia Plath
My head a moon
of Japanese paper, my gold beaten skin
Infinitely delicate and infinitely expensive.
Does not my heart astound you. And my light.
All by myself I am a huge camellia
Glowing and coming and going, flush on flush.
I think I am going up,
I think I may rise -
the beads of hot metal fly, and I love, I
Am a pure acetylene
Virgin
Attended by roses,
By kisses, by cherubim,
By whatever these pink things mean…
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