The telegram says you have gone away
And left our bankrupt circus on its own;
There is nothing more for me to say.
The maestro gives the singing birds their pay
And they buy tickets for the tropic zone;
The telegram says you have gone away.
The clever woolly dogs have had their day
They shoot the dice for one remaining bone;
There is nothing more for me to say.
The lion and the tigers turn to clay
And Jumbo sadly trumpets into stone;
The telegram says you have gone away.
The morbid cobra's wits have run astray;
He rents his poisons out by telephone;
There is nothing more for me to say.
The colored tents all topple in the bay;
The magic saw dust writes: address unknown.
The telegram says you have gone away;
There is nothing more for me to say.
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please correct line count
like all villanelles this one has 19 lines -
With many Villanelle's the repetition is sometimes over-played, here I don't feel that way but I do feel it's somewhat under-played. It is less than the average 'tone' of a Villanelle but I, at the same time, feel that works for this piece.
It's quaint to the point of seldomly-solemn.
a good piece that Plath has written here.
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What can I say? Sylvia Plath is just amazing!!! Great villanelle!!
Your Cerulean Dreamer,
Michele -
excellent....always
I love the magic juxtapositioning of startling words that make me see things from an angle I'd never have been capable of without her guidance. I think that is at the heart of what poetry is - the ability to see the common in an uncommon way, and show it to others so that they may experience more of the truth of the thing. Ah....I say it poorly....and Ms. Plath does it so well.
Edited on Mar 25, 3:05 because ''.
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