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| so:text | These hills are too green and sweet to have tasted salt. I follow the sheep path between them. A last hook brings me To the hills' northern face, and the face is orange rock That looks out on nothing, nothing but a great space Of white and pewter lights, and a din like silversmiths Beating and beating at an intractable metal. (en) |
| so:isPartOf | https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Sylvia_Plath |
| so:description | Crossing the Water (1971) (en) |
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