All right, let's say you could take a skull and break it <br />The way you'd crack a clock; you'd crush the bone <br />Between steel palms of inclination, take it, <br />Observing the wreck of metal and rare stone. <br /> <br />This was a woman : her loves and stratagems <br />Betrayed in mute geometry of broken <br />Cogs and disks, inane mechanic whims, <br />And idle coils of jargon yet unspoken. <br /> <br />Not man nor demigod could put together <br />The scraps of rusted reverie, the wheels <br />Of notched tin platitudes concerning weather, <br />Perfume, politics, and fixed ideals. <br /> <br />The idiot bird leaps up and drunken leans <br />To chirp the hour in lunatic thirteens.<br /><br />Sylvia Plath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-to-eva/
