"Winter dawn is the color of metal,
The trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves."
- Sylvia Plath, Waking in Winter
The trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves."
- Sylvia Plath, Waking in Winter
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"Pale January lay
In its cradle day by day
Dead or living, hard to say."
- Alfred Austin, Primroses
In its cradle day by day
Dead or living, hard to say."
- Alfred Austin, Primroses
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