A Quintuple of Poets: Part I

Sylvia Plath in 18th Century Romania    
 
could not read nor write-    
wasn't a poet;  
but, worked the farm instead;  
  sold livestock: chickens  
  cows, also pigs-    
   
    consoled each animal    
    before they were marketed    
    for slaughter    
   
Her lips tasted like feathers    
salt, and cold-blooded fish    
    because she kissed them deeply  
    upon departure;  
   
    or, so it's mongered -    
   
No one ever really got close enough  
  to personally confirm  
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