Child

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Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with color and ducks,
The zoo of the new
 
Whose names you meditate —
April snowdrop, Indian pipe,
Little
 
Stalk without wrinkle,
Pool in which images
Should be grand and classical
 
Not this troublous
Wringing of hands, this dark
Ceiling without a star.

Sylvia Plath

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