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Zoo-Keeper's Wife I can stay awake all night, if need be --- Cold as an eel, without eyelids. Like a dead lake the dark envelops me, Blueblack, a spectacular plum fruit. No air bubbles start from my heart. I am lungless And ugly, my belly a silk stocking Where the heads and tails of my sisters decompose. Look, they are melting like coins in the powerful juices --- The spidery jaws, the spine bones bared for a moment Like the white lines on a blueprint. Should I stir, I think this pink and purple plastic Guts bag would clack like a child's rattle, Old grievances jostling each other, so many loose teeth. But what so you know about that My fat pork, my marrowy sweetheart, face-to-the-wall? Some things of this world are indigestible. You wooed me with the wolf-headed fruit bats Hanging from their scorched hooks in the moist Fug of teh Small Mammal House. The armadillo dozed in his sandbin Obscene and bald as a pig, the white mice Multiplied to infinity like angels on a pinhead Out of sheer boredom. Tangled in the sweat-wet sheets I remember the bloodied chicks and the quartered rabbits. You checked the diet charts and took me to play With the boa constrictor in the Fellow's Garden. I pretended I was the Tree of Knowledge. I entered your bible, I boarded your ark With the sacred baboon in his wig and wax ears And the bear-furred, bird-eating spider Clambering round its glass box like an eight-fingered hand. I can't get it out of my mind How our courtship lit the tindery cages --- Your two-horned rhinocerous opened a mouth Dirty as a bootsole and big as a hospital sink For my cube of sugar: its bog breath Gloved my arm to the elbow. The snails blew kisses like black apples. Nightly now I flog apes owls bears sheep Over their iron stile. And still don't sleep. |
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Do you know 'The Thin People' & 'Daddy'? Plath is my favourite poet I think. |
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that is pretty remarkable. i had never paid much attention to sylvia plath befroe. |
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Those are probably in the volume of collected poems I bought yesterday. I only became aware of her recently. What a talent. |
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I like Daddy |
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Admit it, you're just into her penis. |
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Seriously though, she was a great writer/poet. Such a shame she died so young. She took her own life by sticking her head in the oven while it was turned on! What a hard-core way to go about offing yourself. =( |
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she gassed herself though, she didn't bake her head |
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Spoilsport. |
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That poem is really cool. I like Clough. Not his epic poems, but his short, succinct ones, such as which the film A Scanner Darkly was most likely inspired by in some vague kind of a way. Anyway, I'll have to look at Plath some more. Thanks for sharing this poem. |
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I've read that one before but didn't remember it was by her. Reading it now I was like, oh no, not the - is she gonna - yes, nazis, jesus - but it was good anyways. |
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A metaphysical Kipling. |
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Plath reading Plath...Daddy & The Thin People. Love the clipped British accent. :) |
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