Nick and the Candlestick

I am a miner. The light burns blue.
Waxy stalactites
Drip and thicken, tears

The earthen womb
Exudes from its dead boredom.
Black bat airs

Wrap me, raggy shawls,
Cold homicides.
They weld to me like plums.

Old cave of calcium
Icicles, old echoer.
Even the newts are white,

Those holy Joes.
And the fish, the fish ----
Christ! they are panes of ice,

A vice of knives,
A piranha
Religion, drinking

Its first communion out of my live toes.
The candle
Gulps and recovers its small altitude,

Its yellows hearten.
O love, how did you get here?
O embryo

Remembering, even in sleep,
Your crossed position.
The blood blooms clean

In you, ruby.
The pain
You wake to is not yours.

Love, love,
I have hung our cave with roses,
With soft rugs ----

The last of Victoriana.
Let the stars
Plummet to their dark address,

Let the mercuric
Atoms that cripple drip
Into the terrible well,

You are the one
Solid the spaces lean on, envious.
You are the baby in the barn.

Sylvia Plath

Mots clés poetry children babies pregnancy childbirth

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O my
Homunculus, I am ill.
I have taken a pill to kill

The thin
Papery feeling.

From the poem "Cut", 24 October 1962

Sylvia Plath

Mots clés cut

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The great bronze gate began to crack,
The sea broke in at every crack,
Pellmell, blueblack.

--from "The Bull of Bendylaw", written 1959

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My hours are married to shadow.

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Day now, night now, at head, side, feet,
They stand their vigil in gowns of stone,
Faces blank as the day I was born,
Their shadows long in the setting sun
That never brightens or goes down.
And this is the kingdom you bore me to,
Mother, mother. But no frown of mine
Will betray the company I keep.

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And round her house she set
Such a barricade of barb and check
Against mutinous weather
As no mere insurgent man could hope to break
With curse, fist, threat
Or love, either

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I am made, crudely, for success.

Sylvia Plath

Mots clés the-bell-jar yoel-goldenberg

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Neurotic, ha!" I let out a scornful laugh. "If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell. I'll be flying back and forth between one mutually exclusive thing and another for the rest of my days.

Sylvia Plath

Mots clés feminism

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I never feel so much myself as when I'm in a hot bath.

Sylvia Plath

Mots clés bathtub

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Maybe forgetfullness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were part of me. They were my landscape.

Sylvia Plath

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