The smile of iceboxes annihilates me.
Such blue currents in the veins of my loved one!
I hear her great heart purr.
From her lips ampersands and percent signs
Exit like kisses.
It is Monday in her mind: morals
Launder and present themselves.
What am I to make of these contradictions?
I wear white cuffs, I bow.
Is this love then, this red material
Issuing from the steele needle that flies so blindingly?
It will make little dresses and coats,
It will cover a dynasty.
How her body opens and shuts —
A Swiss watch, jeweled in the hinges!
O heart, such disorganization!
The stars are flashing like terrible numerals.
ABC, her eyelids say.
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mmm I could read and read this one.
I read this and think of making appearances, smiling because I have to not because I want too. Sad thing is most people can not tell the difference. They do not care to.
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Great imagery, and it is filled with great power, though what it's actually about still remains a mystery. It's this mysteriousness about most of her works that draws me to her works over and over again, time after time.
"Is this love then, this red material
Issuing from the steele needle that flies so blindingly?
It will make little dresses and coats" Absolutely marvelous.
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O heart, such disorganization!
The stars are flashing like terrible numerals.
ABC, her eyelids say.
good poem. full of imagery. -
Another shot of poetic lavender to remind my why Plath is one of my all-time favorites.I cannot express how subtley fierce this [poem was,like a great,shaking dragon or a giggling tiger.
"From her lips ampersands and percent signs
Exit like kisses."
Emm...wondrous imagery.
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