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182 kAThleen ossIP Ballade Confessionnelle: Plath and Sexton They’re out of the dark’s ragbag, these two— two cramped girls breathing carelessly. no day is safe from news of you, though the oarlocks stick and are rusty, heavy and rigid in a pool of glue. The night nurse is passing. The world is full of enemies. I couldn’t stop looking. They tell you to go, and you do with the help of the red-haired secretary. You say your husband is just no good to you. That’s what it means to be crazy. The permanent guests have done nothing new. I confess I am only broken by the sources of things: a pane of dragonfly wing, when they left me. I couldn’t stop looking. 183 The skulls, the unbuckled bones facing the view! In a dream, you are never eighty. They’re the real thing, all right: the Good, the True that glide ahead of the very thirsty and the locked drops rising in a dew. The cup of coffee is growing and growing. so much for psychology. I couldn’t stop looking. Fading out like an old movie, it was not a heart, beating. I love them like history. I couldn’t stop looking. ...

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