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Lament Poem by Sylvia Plath


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Lament  Poem by Sylvia Plath



Lament


A Villanelle
The sting of bees took away my father
who walked in a swarming shroud of wings
and scorned the tick of the falling weather.

Lightning licked in a yellow lather
but missed the mark with snaking fangs:
the sting of bees too away my father.

Trouncing the sea like a ragin bather,
he rode the flood in a pride of prongs
and scorned the tick of the falling weather.

A scowl of sun struck down my mother,
tolling her grave with golden gongs,
but the sting of bees took away my father.

He counted the guns of god a bother,
laughed at the ambush of angels' tongues,
and scorned the tick of the falling weather.

O ransack the four winds and find another
man who can mangle the grin of kings:
the sting of bees took away my father
who scorned the tick of the falling weather.
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Thank you for visitingLament Poem by Sylvia Plath. We hope you have enjoyed the poetry. You may visit other Sylvia Plath poems here:
Vanity Fair
Winter Landscape, with Rooks
Black Pine Tree in an Orange Light
Narcissi
Cinderella
The Applicant poem by Syvia Plath
An Appearance
Sleep in the Mojave Desert
The Everlasting Monday
Childless Woman

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