A Literary Analysis of the Poem Cut by Sylvia Plath (1875 words, 8 pages)
What a thrill--My thumb instead of an onion,The top quite goneExcept for a sort of a hingeOf skin,A flap like a hat,Dead white.Then that red plush.Little pilgrim,The Indian's axed your scalp.Your turkey wattleCarpet rollsStraight from the heart.I step on it,Clutching my bottleOf pink fizz.A celebration, this is.Out of a gapA ...
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