DPF / Plath

For memories of teenage jobs and all that looking back from a different vantage, from the Faber and Faber first edition of Crossing the Water.

from The Babysitters / by Sylvia Plath

It is ten years, now, since we rowed to Children’s Island.
The sun flamed straight down that noon on the water off Marblehead.

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