the
meaning
in
lying
nude
in
the
long
grass
walking
the
city
blocks

the
touching
grass
the
smelling
sun
the
seeing
air
the
hearing
mountain

what
legacy
I
leave
they'll
remember
cafes
poems
long
brown
hair

awake
I
hear
Sexton's
voice
for
the
first
time
we
have
two
daughters
each

I'm
living
on
your
words
even
with
the
quietest
of
sounds
I
eat

the
sun
took
me
away
laid
me
down
in
the
grass
and
left
me
alone

I
am
the
tree
I
am
the
mountain
I
am
the
sea
I
am
the
breeze

the
light
in
the
sky
is
very
pretty
they
call
that
light
the
sun

isn't
this
so
exciting
kitty
we
get
to
take
a
nap
together

the
light
is
coming
through
the
windows
and
the
floors
are
clean
spring's
so
sprung

I
won't
die
I'll
live
'til
eternity
and
then
I'll
live
a
little
more

my
hand
on
your
cheek
when
you're
smiling
your
hair
your
eyes
in
my
life

sexton's
poems
girpped
my
heart
the
way
the
owl's
talons
did
grip
plath's

I
felt
giddy
coming
from
nowhere
like
something
great
would
soon
happen

and
while
they're
probably
homesick
she
wrote
they
won't
go
back
and
I
can't

I
waited
for
the
storm
for
days
I
could
stand
to
wait
awhile
more
all
right

it
was
that
hour
the
witching
one
where
the
sky's
darkest
just
before
the
light

they
said
a
storm
was
coming
I
sat
on
the
porch
and
waited
for
it

she
speaks
my
life
her
words
make
melancholy
my
sunshine
hides
from
you

writing
shitty
little
poems
in
the
sun
watching
the
kids
live
naked