Sylvia Plath - The Hanging Man lyrics

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Sylvia Plath - The Hanging Man lyrics

By the roots of my hair some god got hold of me. I sizzled in his blue volts like a desert prophet. The nights snapped out of sight like a lizard's eyelid : A world of bald white days in a shadeless socket. A vulturous boredom pinned me in this tree. If he were I, he would do what I did.