For, “why do I have three hard-cover copies of this book?” I’m not sure, but I think it has something to do with my shared attachment to Plath. This one’s from Birthday Letters.
from Fairy Tale / by Ted Hughes
Forty-nine was your magic number.
Forty-nine this.
Forty-nine that. Forty-eight
Doors in your high palace
Valentine brings me back around to Frame. And, back to the waves. Not very Leprechaun-ish, but magical nonetheless.
from Sunday Afternoon at Two O’clock / by Janet Frame
Seizing the time from the University clock, the wind
suddenly cannot carry its burden of chiming sound.
The waves ride in, tumultuous, breaking gustily out of tune,
burying
two o’clock on Sunday afternoon.
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