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I'm vertical

But I would rather be horizontal I'm not a tree with my roots in the soil Sucking up minerals and motherly love So that each March I may gleam into leaf Nor am I the beuaty of a garden bed Atracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted, Unknowing I must soon unpetal Compared with me, a tree is immortal And a flower-head not tall, but more startling And I want one's longevity and the other's daring by Sylvia Plath