Now this particular girl <br />During a ceremonious april walk <br />With her latest suitor <br />Found herself, of a sudden, intolerably struck <br />By the bird's irregular babel <br />And the leaves' litter. <br /> <br />By this tumult afflicted, she <br />Observed her lover's gestures unbalance the air, <br />His gait stray uneven <br />Through a rank wilderness of fern and flower; <br />She judged petals in disarray, <br />The whole season, sloven. <br /> <br />How she longed for winter then!- <br />Scrupulously austere in its order <br />Of white and black <br />Ice and rock; each sentiment within border, <br />And heart's frosty discipline <br />Exact as a snowflake. <br /> <br />But here - a burgeoning <br />Unruly enough to pitch her five queenly wits <br />Into vulgar motley- <br />A treason not to be borne; let idiots <br />Reel giddy in bedlam spring; <br />She withdrew neatly. <br /> <br />And round her house she set <br />Such a barricade of barb and check <br />Against mutinous weather <br />As no mere insurgent man could hope to break <br />With curse, fist, threat <br />Or love, either.<br /><br />Sylvia Plath<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spinster/
