Poem of the Day: Sylvia Plath

WINTER LANDSCAPE, WITH ROOKS Water in the millrace, through a sluice of stone, plunges headlong into that black pond where, absurd and out-of-season, a single swan floats chaste as snow, taunting the clouded mind which hungers to haul the white reflection down. The...

New Poem: In The Morning, Where I Walk (after Sylvia Plath)

Where Sylvia Plath’s “Blackberrying” and social distancing meet . . . IN THE MORNING, WHERE I WALK Out to the street where cars have been parked for days, I know little of what brings the birds out of their hiding, what has come of the neighbors who...

Poem of the Day: Sylvia Plath

BLACKBERRYING Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries,   Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly,A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a seaSomewhere at the end of it, heaving. BlackberriesBig as the ball of my thumb, and dumb...

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...