June 11, 2020

WORDS BY SYLVIA PLATH


WORDS BY SYLVIA PLATH 


Axes 

After whose stroke the wood rings, 

And the echoes! 

Echoes traveling 

Off from the center like horses. 



The sap 

Wells like tears, like the 

Water striving 

To re-establish its mirror 

Over the rock 



That drops and turns, 

A white skull, 

Eaten by weedy greens. 

Years later I 

Encounter them on the road---- 



Words dry and riderless, 

The indefatigable hoof-taps. 

While 

From the bottom of the pool, fixed stars 

Govern a life.