Morning Coffee #6

Where the author pretentiously post a poem he enjoys. Blackberrying BY SYLVIA PLATH Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries,   Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly,A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a seaSomewhere at the end of it, heaving. BlackberriesBig as the ball of my thumb, and dumb as eyesEbon …

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