Tini Bot - Edge (Poem by Silvia Plath)

This is another song for my project of turning my favourite literature into songs. This was a suggestion by a Patreon supporter. If you support me with 5$ per work on Patreon, you can choose a poem I turn into a song. This was a lot of fun, as I love Silvia Plath! I do hope you enjoy this kind of different sound.
* I don't own the rights to the words of the poem.
* Music by Tini Bot.
*Artwork by by Cindy Song www.the-declara...
THE POEM
Silvia Plath - Edge
The woman is perfected.
Her dead
Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
One at each little
Pitcher of milk, now empty.
She has folded
Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden
Stiffens and odors bleed
From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.
She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.
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