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Thursday, August 1, 2013

365 Poems: And in a guest appearance, Sylvia Plath. Don't be depressed.

Day 213

[Ed. note: August: Seven months of the 365 Poems project completed. August: The month I shall visit London and Paris. Hello, August.]

Listening to these audio recordings of Sylvia Plath reading from Ariel gave me chills. Read more about her and find two more 'Ariel' videos on OpenCulture.com.


 Tonight I walked around a big block of three neighborhoods and it was so still, so quiet, I saw practically no one, I thought perhaps I was the only person left in Aboite. I walked among the houses, but no one was noticing:

I Am Vertical
But I would rather be horizontal. I am not a tree with my root in the soil Sucking up minerals and motherly love So that each March I may gleam into leaf, Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted, Unknowing I must soon unpetal. Compared with me, a tree is immortal And a flower-head not tall, but more startling, And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring. Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars, The trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors. I walk among them, but none of them are noticing. Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping I must most perfectly resemble them-- Thoughts gone dim. It is more natural to me, lying down. Then the sky and I are in open conversation, And I shall be useful when I lie down finally: Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.

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