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Sylvia Plath - Spinster
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	Now this particular girl
	During a ceremonious april walk
	With her latest suitor
	Found herself, of a sudden, intolerably struck
	By the bird`s irregular babel
	And the leaves` litter.

	By this tumult afflicted, she
	Observed her lover`s gestures unbalance the air,
	His gait stray uneven
	Through a rank wilderness of fern and flower;
	She judged petals in disarray,
	The whole season, sloven.

	How she longed for winter then!-
	Scrupulously austere in its order
	Of white and black
	Ice and rock; each sentiment within border,
	And heart`s frosty discipline
	Exact as a snowflake.

	But here - a burgeoning
	Unruly enough to pitch her five queenly wits
	Into vulgar motley-
	A treason not to be borne; let idiots
	Reel giddy in bedlam spring;
	She withdrew neatly.

	And round her house she set
	Such a barricade of barb and check
	Against mutinous weather
	As no mere insurgent man could hope to break
	With curse, fist, threat
	Or love, either.
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