Frog Autumn by Sylvia Plath
Frog Autumn by Sylvia Plath

Frog Autumn

Sylvia Plath * Track #33 On The Colossus and Other Poems

Frog Autumn Annotated

Summer grows old, cold-blooded mother.
The insects are scant, skinny.
In these palustral homes we only
Croak and wither.

Mornings dissipate in somnolence.
The sun brightens tardily
Among the pithless reeds. Flies fail us.
The fen sickens.

Frost drops even the spider. Clearly
The genius of plenitude
Houses himself elsewhere. Our folk thin
Lamentably.

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Frog Autumn was written by Sylvia Plath.

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