How the elements solidify! —- <br />The moonlight, that chalk cliff <br />In whose rift we lie <br /> <br />Back to back. I hear an owl cry <br />From its cold indigo. <br />Intolerable vowels enter my heart. <br /> <br />The child in the white crib revolves and sighs, <br />Opens its mouth now, demanding. <br />His little face is carved in pained, red wood. <br /> <br />Then there are the stars - ineradicable, hard. <br />One touch : it burns and sickens. <br />I cannot see your eyes. <br /> <br />Where apple bloom ices the night <br />I walk in a ring, <br />A groove of old faults, deep and bitter. <br /> <br />Love cannot come here. <br />A black gap discloses itself. <br />On the opposite lip <br /> <br />A small white soul is waving, a small white maggot. <br />My limbs, also, have left me. <br />Who has dismembered us? <br /> <br />The dark is melting. We touch like cripples.<br /><br />Sylvia Plath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/event-4/
