Poem of the Day Series, Reading

Poem of the Day: Sylvia Plath

 

JUVENILIA

 

Arranged in sheets of ice, the fond
        skeleton still craves to have
fever from the world behind.

Hands reach back to relics of
        nippled moons, extinct and cold,
frozen in designs of love.

At twelve, each skull is aureoled
        with recollection’s ticking thorns
winding up the raveled mold.

Needles nag like unicorns,
        assault a sleeping virgin’s shroud
till her stubborn body burns.

Lured by brigands in the blood,
        shanks of bone now resurrect,
inveigled to forsake the sod.

Eloping from their slabs, abstract
        couples court by milk of moon:
sheer silver blurs their phantom act.

Luminous, the town of stone
        anticipates the warning sound
of cockcrow crying up the dawn.

With kiss of cinders, ghosts descend,
compelled to deadlock underground.

 

—from Sylvia Plath’s The Collected Poems, Foreword by Ted Hughes, Harper Perennial (1981)

 

 

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