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Sylvia Plath: Morning Song

Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.

Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.

I’m no more your mother
Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind’s hand.

All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.

One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat’s. The window square

Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.


 

From Collected Poems, published by HarperCollins. Copyright © 1960, 1965, 1971, 1981 by the Estate of Sylvia Plath. Reprinted in Vox Populi for educational purposes only.

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One comment on “Sylvia Plath: Morning Song

  1. Charlie Brice
    May 16, 2017

    This is a terrific poem. I love Plath. Thanks for posting.

    Liked by 1 person

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