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,
nigger-eye
berries cast dark
hooks----
black sweet blood mouthfuls,
shadows.
something else
hauls me through air----
thighs, hair;
flakes from my heels.
white
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
then the substanceless blue
pour of tor and distances.
how one we grow,
pivot of heels and knees!--The furrow
the brown arc
of the neck I cannot catch,
berries cast dark
hooks----
shadows.
something else
thighs, hair;
flakes from my heels.
godiva, I unpeel----
dead hands, dead stringencies.
foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.
the child's cry
and I
am the arrow,
suicidal, at one with the drive
into the red
