Frankenstein+Poetry

 By Silvia Plath My thoughts are crabbed and sallow, My tears like vinegar, Or the bitter blinking yellow Of an acetic star.
 * "Jilted" **

Tonight the caustic wind, love, Gossips late and soon, And I wear the wry-faced pucker of The sour lemon moon.

While like an early summer plum, Puny, green, and tart, Droops upon its wizened stem My lean, unripened heart.