Friday, September 19, 2008

Elegy For Sylvia Plath

He sees himself in animals;
terrified of the shame, he’s inflicted
me with muteness. But everyone knows
I’ve gassed his façade,
left blood on his mien.


My children know the truth
of a mother’s love:
we talk in dreams and kiss
in the rain.


Sow words sister-
that is how I escaped death.

3 comments:

Anastácio Soberbo said...

Hello, I like this blog.
Sorry not write more, but my English is not good.
A hug from Portugal

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Paul Bernard said...

I don't understand all this, but the last line is a little chilling.

Poor old Sylvia. I enjoyed her Bell Jar.