Sylvia Plath reading 'Berck-Plage'

[@ms.harley6215]

Sylvia....i believe we r kindered souls....n i am proud...... -Ms.H

[@nadiaavila1069]

This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped from the freeze By pale girls, travel the air in scorched hands. Why is it so quiet, what are they hiding? I have two legs, and I move smilingly... A sandy damper kills the vibrations; It stretches for miles, the shrunk voices Waving and crutchless, half their old size. The lines of the eye, scalded by these bald surfaces, Boomerang like anchored elastics, hurting the owner. Is it any wonder he puts on dark glasses? Is it any wonder he affects a black cassock? Here he comes now, among the mackerel gatherers Who wall up their backs against him. They are handling the black and green lozenges like the parts of a body.

[@mattbantz]

I had to look up salubrious- you would've thaught it was some bleak and manipulating.

[@davidmehnert6206]

Berck-Plage, maybe not your first choice for sunbathing? That’s my takeaway.

[@valerije]

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[@JB.zero.zero.1]

I love this reading: kzbin.info/www/bejne/lYjJeapvrtaGhZI