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The Hanging Man Poem by Sylvia Plath


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The Hanging Man Poem by Sylvia Plath

The Hanging Man


By the roots of my hair some god got hold of me.
I sizzled in his blue volts like a desert prophet.

The nights snapped out of sight like a lizard's eyelid :
A world of bald white days in a shadeless socket.

A vulturous boredom pinned me in this tree.
If he were I, he would do what I did.
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