Poetry Thursday
Child
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.
-- 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.
-- Sylvia Plath
posted by Maggie | 3:05 PM
3 Comments:
Very cool.
Did she ever have a kid? Sorry to be crass, but all I know about her is that she wrote some really random stuff and killed herself.
She had two kids, Freida(b. 1960) and Nicholas(b. 1962). She divorced her husband in 1962 and wrote and cared for her two very young children by herself. She killed herself in 1963.
Wow, thanks. I can't imagine taking care of two young children all by myself. Let alone find time to work.
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