Lady Lazarus ~ Sylvia Plath
I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it—– A sort of walking miracle, my skin Bright as a Nazi lampshade, My right foot A paperweight, My featureless, fine Jew linen. Peel off the napkin O my enemy. Do I terrify?——- The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth? … More Lady Lazarus ~ Sylvia Plath