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| 'Placento' | |
| By pious.a.qwerty | ||||||
| 22 April 2006 | ||||||
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If anyone wonders what 'a cento' is: it is a poem manufactured by putting together passages from one author, or of several authors. For this one I have made a random choice of lines from 'Collected Poems' by Sylvia Plath. Placento A wedding-cake face in a paper frill Breast and hips a confectioner’s sugar This is my baby Me and you Two, of course there are two Love the world I am a smiling woman Aged only thirty The little toy wife I made a model of you Hothouse baby in its crib Loyal to my image For a life of such company I do not expect a miracle Or an accident I remember What love did then But now it has no soul.
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