dort sous les panais Photograph

dort sous les panais: tintype manipulated You’re BY SYLVIA PLATH Clownlike, happiest on your hands, Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled, Gilled like a fish. A common-sense Thumbs-down on the dodo’s mode. Wrapped up in yourself like a spool, Trawling your dark as owls do. Mute as a turnip from the Fourth Of July to All Fools’ Day, O high-riser, my little loaf. Vague as fog and looked for like mail. Farther off than Australia. Bent-backed Atlas, our traveled prawn. Snug as a bud and at home Like a sprat in a pickle jug. A creel of eels, all ripples. Jumpy as a Mexican bean. Right, like a well-done sum. A clean slate, with your own face on. Sylvia Plath, “You’re” from Collected Poems. Copyright © 1960, 1965, 1971, 1981 by the Estate of Sylvia Plath. Editorial matter copyright © 1981 by Ted Hughes. Used by permission of HarperCollins Publishers. sonic: Godspeed You Black Emperor - Sleep - "Lift Your Skinny Fists Like Antennas To Heaven" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQcE4_7-X78&list=PLw0LDfS8VflxDW-R4e5D8aGOCpFRQVkdD

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