I have not looked this up but it does "suggest" she is pregnant
Metaphors
I'm a riddle in nine syllables.
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.
Sylvia Plath
"Re-enters the water by melting." great lineI always thought Hughes poems about animals were his best.
An Otter (I)
Underwater eyes, an eel's
Oil of water body, neither fish nor beast is the otter:
Four-legged yet water-gifted, to outfish fish;
With webbed feet and long ruddering tail
And a round head like an old tomcat.
Brings the legend of himself
From before wars or burials, in spite of hounds and vermin-poles;
Does not take root like the badger. Wanders, cries;
Gallops along land he no longer belongs to;
Re-enters the water by melting.
Of neither water nor land. Seeking
Some world lost when first he dived, that he cannot come at since,
Takes his changed body into the holes of lakes;
As if blind, cleaves the stream's push till he licks
The pebbles of the source; from sea
To sea crosses in three nights
Like a king in hiding. Crying to the old shape of the starlit land,
Over sunken farms where the bats go round,
Without answer. Till light and birdsong come
Walloping up roads with the milk wagon.
Ted Hughes
One of the best poems I have ever heard, I though JCC was quite thought provoking, but this is grown up JCC.
http://www.guardian.co.uk/media/2013...ony-harrison-v
Totally agree :thumbup:Originally Posted by Dr H Tool
Am Yisrael Chai
Aftermath
Compelled by calamity's magnet
They loiter and stare as if the house
Burnt-out were theirs, or as if they thought
Some scandal might any minute ooze
From a smoke-choked closet into light;
No deaths, no prodigious injuries
Glut these hunters after an old meat,
Blood-spoor of the austere tragedies.
Mother Medea in a green smock
Moves humbly as any housewife through
Her ruined apartments, taking stock
Of charred shoes, the sodden upholstery:
Cheated of the pyre and the rack,
The crowd sucks her last tear and turns away.
Sylvia Plath
Ahhhh.....a bit of our Sylvia to refresh the nostrils and raise our spirits for the week ahead!
Am Yisrael Chai
thanks for reviving the thread with something so lively! ;-) like a bit of plath as you know
For N & K
Otis on vinyl
carries from
the barn. Blessed
is this day. The camera
captures us youthful
& triumphant.
Blessed be this day,
a celebration
of friends coming
together. Last night,
surrounded by
those I love, I had wanted
to read Berrigan's
"Words For Love,"
but I didn't want to say
the heart breaks, even though I know
it's true & the breaking
can be a good thing
sometimes, like the way
my heart shatters
a little each time
I think of my friends
& how lucky in life
I've been to get
to know them, to have
had the time to laugh &
drink & dance & to argue
& feel hurt too.
How can one possibly
say everything
that should be said?
These feelings
just feelings, not
defined by words.
To be overwhelmed,
caught in a whirlwind
& up to one's
ankles in the creek
as lightning bugs
polka-dot the sky
& Otis, again Otis,
always Otis in my
memory, provides
the soundtrack.
Not every day
can be a good day
but this is one
of them, one
of the best days.
Gina Myers
Lovely choice Alf i love that line about the pain involved in loving and appreciating good friends beautiful
Its hard to get online copies of my favourite Bukowski poems so I have had to resort to pasting this You tube version...i love the rawness of his verse which reminds me of Plath, imagine if they had got together ...the fireworks!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Flg3SL0GYVU
His poems always seems even better when he is reading them
Now there's a face that the phrase "lived in" really applies to
Fell poets have style
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