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1. balloons

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  1. Since Christmas they have lived with us,
    Guileless and clear,
    Oval soul-animals,
    Taking up half the space,
    Moving and rubbing on the silk

    Invisible air drifts,
    Giving a shriek and pop
    When attacked, then scooting to rest, barely trembling.
    Yellow cathead, blue fish—
    Such queer moons we live with

    Instead of dead furniture!
    Straw mats, white walls
    And these traveling
    Globes of thin air, red, green,
    Delighting

    The heart like wishes or free
    Peacocks blessing
    Old ground with a feather
    Beaten in starry metals.
    Your small

    Brother is making
    His balloon squeak like a cat.
    Seeming to see
    A funny pink world he might eat on the other side of it,
    He bites,

    Then sits
    Back, fat jug
    Contemplating a world clear as water.
    A red
    Shred in his little fist.

  2. thank you nathan, i think reading a plath poem about them has reinforced my conviction that balloons and death are closely related.

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