jeudi

*** choice poem ***



~ ARIEL ~

by Sylvia Plath



    Stasis in darkness.
    Then the substanceless blue
    Pour of tor and distances.

    God's lioness,
    How one we grow,
    Pivot of heels and knees!--The furrow

    Splits and passes, sister to
    The brown arc
    Of the neck I cannot catch,

    Nigger-eye
    Berries cast dark
    Hooks----

    Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
    Shadows.
    Something else

    Hauls me through air----
    Thighs, hair;
    Flakes from my heels.

    White
    Godiva, I unpeel----
    Dead hands, dead stringencies.

    And now I
    Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.
    The child's cry

    Melts in the wall.
    And I
    Am the arrow,

    The dew that flies,
    Suicidal, at one with the drive
    Into the red

    Eye, the cauldron of morning.















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