If you dissect a bird
To diagram the tongue
You'll cut the chord
Articulating song.
If you flay a beast
To marvel at the mane
You'll wreck the rest
From which the fur began.
If you pluck out the heart
To find what makes it move,
You'll halt the clock
That syncopates our love.
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beautiful
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Sylvia Plath is so progressive. She is the deepest of deep. She goes where no man or women has ever gone before. -
tortuous though short
"Admonition" might not be in the style warming us to her going on at least celebrating an observation, but this is warning to just give the reader like a manual to not have a nullification of animals for a careless section, so an abbreviation that can lose its appreciation in the spreads, as said elsewhere .
I needed someone to sit me down tonight and point out something, and Sylvia Plath had that way, with a no not nonsense but everything not straightened. So, I think these are traits as well we can't be trist with by the straits. The first stanza has such delicate curtailing when getting something intact in isolation. And such oxymoronic events are on the earth with macro, micro, and mucho macho ways but mankind will have understaning by siding to not be the monster of menace but take the startle of how we're jointed for good, eco and own.
The second 4 lines go opposite from internal lovelies to externals but turns a stomach to hang that as a trophy of purpose of all to see only, like scalping personalities or literal taxidermists' results if empty acknowledgement went on the wall.
The last is without riddle to not just do autopsy but empathy for some study with true eagerness of existence, as my daughter says lala-ha. -
Her flow seemed interrupted on the last line of each stanza, I didn't count the meter, but this seems an unsual write from dear plath... I wonder if these lines were the type that flew into her head at 2 am when she was just nodding off to sleep, and then the sleep fled her until she bustled out of bed and scratched down the words... it seems as though these words may have been just that.
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yes, I agree. What a wonderful poem! Never read anything like it.
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This makes me think of those cviscious people who kill elephants for their tusks. We must be reminded by here words that we are the ones who destroy our very own eco-system, therefore destroy ourselves. Greed causes this demise. I love the line regarding her heart.
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To me this is a message to a lover that over-analyzing their love will only destroy it and the magic of it will be lost forever....just admire the beauty of something and don't try to disect it. I love her writing...always overwhelming.
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I absolutely adore this poem. There are too many people out there that don't think of the consequences of their actions while they go about, until it's too late.
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Interesting. I didn't know she wrote poetry. I read the bio and was stunned to see my life written before me. I may not have attempted suicide but it always seemed like a nice escape route from my everyday routine. This builds and then collapses in on you. I was not expecting the ending. I do believe I am beginning to love her writting.
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