Wednesday, 30 April 2008

Child - 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.


- I love the vivid imagery here, when talking of her child's eye "I want to fill it with color and ducks", "little stalk without wrinkle"...I think this is beautiful. However, she sees herself as "this dark ceiling without star" - limited in her own world. Very sad.

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