Over Your body the clouds go
High, high and icily
And a little flat, as if they
Floated on a glass that was invisible.
Unlike swans,
Having no reflections;
Unlike You,
With no strings attached.
All cool, all blue. Unlike You
You, there on Your back,
Eyes to the sky.
The spider-man have caught You.
Winding and twining their petty fetters,
Their bribes-
So many silks.
How they hate You.
They conserve in the valley of Your fingers, they are inchworms.
They would have You sleep in their cabinets,
This toe, and that toe, a relic.
Step off!
Step off seven leagues, like those distances
That revolve in Crivelli, untouchable.
Let this eye be an eagle
The shadow of this lip, an abyss.
~ Sylvia Plath
Feb 1, 2024
Feb 1, 2024 at 3:32 PM UTC
Over Your body the clouds go
High, high and icily
And a little flat, as if they
Floated on a glass that was invisible.
Unlike swans,
Having no reflections;
Unlike You,
With no strings attached.
All cool, all blue. Unlike You
You, there on Your back,
Eyes to the sky.
The spider-man have caught You.
Winding and twining their petty fetters,
Their bribes-
So many silks.
How they hate You.
They conserve in the valley of Your fingers, they are inchworms.
They would have You sleep in their cabinets,
This toe, and that toe, a relic.
Step off!
Step off seven leagues, like those distances
That revolve in Crivelli, untouchable.
Let this eye be an eagle
The shadow of this lip, an abyss.
~ Sylvia Plath
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