"what poem?"

Internet is a blessing in disguise; looking up Sylvia Plath's poem Getting There, one can find poems of a new generation, disguised as simple comments underneath the poem itself. I took the liberty to re-transfigure one particular comment into the brilliant poem that it obviously should be:

I only read the last two lines;

Lethe is some underground

 - place in mythology,

where there is a river & if one drinks from it,
one will forget something
or something.

quite amazing really,
seeing that babies
probably don't have memories.

Thank you, Steffani from Australia, for your words.