Lady Lazarus Sylvia Plath I have done it again.One year in every tenI manage it--A sort of walking miracle, my skinBright as a Nazi lampshade,My right foot A paperweight,My face a featureless, fineJew linen. Peel off the napkinO my enemy.Do I terrify?-- The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?The sour breathWill vanish in a day. Soon, soon the fleshThe grave cave ate will beAt home on me ..
