copyright The Estate of Sylvia Plath 1965
- one -
Ariel
Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.
God's lioness,
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees!-The furrow
Splits and passes, sister to
The brown are
Of the neck I cannot catch,
Nigger-eye
Berries cast dark
Hooks-
Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something else
Hauls me through air-
Thighs, hair;
Flakes from my heels.
White
Godiva, I unpeel-
Dead hands, dead stringencies.
And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.
The child's cry
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