Thursday, February 02, 2006

A Blogger's (Silent) Poetry Reading

I saw this over at Chris's place and followed the link over to Grace's Poppies to get the scoop. I love this and wanted to share a poem that means a great deal to me.

Morning Song by Sylvia Plath

Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.

Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.

I'm no more your mother
Than the cloud that distils a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind's hand.

All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.

One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat's. The window square

Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.


Blogger Chris said...

That's lovely. Thanks for sharing. :)

I haven't read so much poetry for years and years, and it's been wonderul.

5:46 PM  
Blogger RheLynn said...

That is a beautiful poem - the words are so unexpected, the subject 'everyday' but usually unvisited, especially in this manner.

Thanks! (I hopped over from Chris' blog) ;o)

12:15 PM  

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