More Analyzing “The moon and the Yew Tree”(Thursday)

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Today in AP Lit, we analyzed more poems. “The Moon and the Yew Tree” by Sylvia Plath was kind of a challenge. The syntax in the poem made it difficult to understand when I first read it, but after Mr.Rease helped us, it made more sense.

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