Sunday, April 4, 2010

love letter, sylvia plath

Not easy to state the change you made.
If I'm alive now, then I was dead,
Though, like a stone, unbothered by it,
Saying but according to habit.
You didn't just toe me an inch, no-
Nor leave me to set my small bald eye
Skyward again, without hope, of course,
Of apprehending blueness, or stars.

And I slept like a bent finger.
The first thing I saw was sheer air
And the locked drops rising in dew
Limid as spirits. Many stones lay
Dense and expressionless round about.
I didn't know what to make of it.
I shone, mica-scalded, and unfolded
To pour myself out like fluid
Among bird feet and the stems of plants.
I wasn't fooled. I knew you at once.

Tree and stone glittered without shadows.
My finger-length grew lucid as glass.
I started to bud like a March twig:
An arm and a leg, an arm, a leg.
From stone to cloud, so I ascended.
Now I resemble a sort of god
Floating through the air in my soul-shift
Pure as a pane of ice. It's a gift.


Written by other-worldly Sylvia Plath

Oh! I utterly adore this poem.

17 comments:

  1. If I'm alive now, then I was dead. Though,
    like a stone unbothered by it.

    The first thing I saw was sheer air...
    Among bird feet and the stems of plants.
    I wasn't fooled. I knew you at once.

    From stone to cloud, so I ascended.
    Now I resemble sort of a god

    Floating through the air in my soul-shift.
    Pure as a pane of ice. It's a gift.

    The realm that Sylvia moves in is incredible.
    For this is just how one feels, if one is
    lucky enough or can hope/have faith enough.

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  2. She wrote a magnificent poem here, she pours herself out in the words too.

    Secretia

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  3. Yes, Secretia. Sylvia's poetry draws me in
    because of this metaphysical quality that is
    combined with a concrete knowing.

    Thank you!

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  4. Adorable, YES it is...
    Thanks for choosing it for you ... and us!
    ;)

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  5. Hi Dulce, happy you enjoyed this poem.

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  6. there are some exquisite lines in this poem ... these two are my favourites:

    If I'm alive now, then I was dead

    And I slept like a bent finger


    thanks for sharing.
    JP/deb

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  7. Hello Jane,

    Yes, I'm having a gratifying time
    reading Sylvia Plath, especially enjoying
    some of her poems I haven't read in college.

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  8. I slept like a bent finger -I chuckled
    In this poem there seem to be some references to the Easter-resurrection story?? (since I am Dutch, I'm not versed in the English authors/poets)

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  9. Hello Jeannette,

    Yes, possibly the ascending could echo
    the Easter resurrection. I just enjoy Sylvia's
    ethereal quality in her writing.

    Thank you, Jeannette.

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  10. It's so amazing. It makes me hurt inside.

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  11. Yes, I agree Sylvia has this talent for
    distilling pain until it turns into this
    vaporous form surrounding your being.

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  12. There's millions of blogs out there.That have sense, why are you following mine? Mine isn't good enough.

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  13. Your blogs are lovely and honest, Butterfly.

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  14. Beautiful poem, I found your blog over at Talli Rolands and I'm glad I took a moment to visit such an amazing blog. Beautiful piece!

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  15. Hi Jen, thank you for the visit and the
    kind compliment. I will be by to visit you
    very soon.

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  16. Plath's poems are so vivid.

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  17. Hello Julia,

    Yes, Sylvia was so talented her words
    continue to resonate. Her vision and perceptions are utterly unique.
    Thank you, Julia.

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