One of my favorite poems would have to be The Munich Mannequins by Sylvia Plath. The first line always grips me.
"Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children."
The title automatically makes you think of mannequins, in all of their pale, faceless glory. For a while I read the poem over and over again, desperately trying to make sense out of it, but not really getting anywhere. Yet, I believe poetry has to be absorbed like that, repeatedly. Until you truly understand. It's about putting yourself into the head of the writer, discovering what they mean and what you understand through them.
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