Uploaded April 2013 | Updated September 2026, 1 day ago

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I want, I want -- A poem by Sylvia Plath.
Open-mouthed, the baby god
Immense, bald, though baby-headed,
Cried out for the mother's dug.
The dry volcanoes cracked and split,

Sand abraded the milkless lip.
Cried then for the father's blood
Who set wasp, wolf and shark to work,
Engineered the gannet's beak.

Dry-eyed, the inveterate patriarch
Raised his men of skin and bone,
Barbs on the crown of gilded wire,
Thorns on the bloody rose-stem.

About the poet -- Sylvia Plath (1932 -- 1963) was an American poet, novelist and short story writer. She was born in Boston, Massachusetts in USA. She is credited with advancing the genre of confessional poetry.

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