Weights hanging over table edge attached to trolley, trolley travels to the right (uniform speed or acceleration), paper tape moves with same acceleration/speed, TTT puts 50 dots per second on tape, time interval between consecutive dots-0.02s,

Physics demo expt-atmospheric pressure

Jul 1st, 2020 29s

Small amount of water in metal can, boil with Bunsen burner, can fills with steam, air driven out, turn off Bunsen, put tightly fitting lid on can, steam condensed into water, partial vacuum, can crushed, outside atmospheric pressure greater th

Black Rook in Rainy Weather-Sylvia Plath

May 20th, 2020 1m 34s

On the stiff twig up thereHunches a wet black rookArranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain.I do not expect a miracleOr an accidentTo set the sight on fireIn my eye, not seekAny more in the desultory weather some design,But le

Morning Song-Sylvia Plath

May 20th, 2020 51s

Love set you going like a fat gold watch.The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements.Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.In a drafty museum, your nakednessShadows our safety. We

Mirror-Sylvia Plath

May 20th, 2020 1m 3s

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.Whatever I see I swallow immediatelyJust as it is, unmisted by love or dislike.I am not cruel, only truthful ‚The eye of a little god, four-cornered.Most of the time I meditate on the opposit

Elm-Sylvia Plath

May 20th, 2020 1m 56s

I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root: It is what you fear.I do not fear it: I have been there.Is it the sea you hear in me, Its dissatisfactions?Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness?Love is a shadow.

Poppies in July-Sylvia Plath

May 20th, 2020 41s

Little poppies, little hell flames,Do you do no harm?You flicker. I cannot touch you.I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burnsAnd it exhausts me to watch youFlickering like that, wrinkly and clear red, like the skin of a mouth.A m

The Arrival of the Bee Box-Sylvia Plath

May 20th, 2020 1m 29s

I ordered this, clean wood box Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift. I would say it was the coffin of a midget Or a square baby Were there not such a din in it. The box is locked, it is dangerous. I have to live with it overnig

Child-Sylvia Plath

May 20th, 2020 25s

Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.I want to fill it with color and ducks,The zoo of the newWhose names you meditate ---April snowdrop, Indian pipe,LittleStalk without wrinkle,Pool in which imagesShould be grand and

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