09 June 2010

stasis in darkness.
then the substanceless blue
pour of tor and distances.

god's lioness,
how one we grow,
pivot of heels and knees!--The furrow

splits and passes, sister to
the brown arc
of the neck I cannot catch,

berries cast dark

black sweet blood mouthfuls,
something else

hauls me through air----
thighs, hair;
flakes from my heels.

godiva, I unpeel----
dead hands, dead stringencies.

and now I
foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.
the child's cry

melts in the wall.
and I
am the arrow,

the dew that flies,
suicidal, at one with the drive
into the red

eye, the cauldron of morning.

/ ariel by sylvia plath