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Thursday, March 26, 2009

Child

- Sylvia Plath

Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with color and ducks,
The zoo of the new

Whose name you meditate --
April snowdrop, Indian pipe,
Little

Stalk without wrinkle,
Pool in which images
Should be grand and classical

Not this troublous
Wringing of hands, this dark
Ceiling without a star.


6 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Its a beutiful day today.
Nary a troublous cloud. Plenty of stars :-)

11:25 AM  
Blogger crystal said...

It's nice here too. :) I saw that poem in a post somewhere about Sylvia Plath's son having committed suicide. Sad.

1:12 PM  
Blogger cowboyangel said...

I thought you might post on her son's suicide. What a mixed-up, tragic, sad family.

She was a great poet, though. Hughes you can have.

4:59 PM  
Blogger crystal said...

Hi William. Yeah, I didn't know much about her life aside from her suicide until I read about her son.

6:22 PM  
Anonymous Richard said...

Just came back from a Nor Cal native plant sale with my daughter and found a snowdrop!, two bucks. I shall name it Sylvia.

12:52 PM  
Blogger crystal said...

It's flower planting time. I'm going to try some snapdragons :)

2:11 PM  

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