Mar 2014
Last night down Hanover Street,
that snaking backbone
in the north end of Boston,
you saw paper flowers,
bursts of blood-red hearts
and ruffled yellow fists
and in the windows
of limitless pastry shops,
multi-story cakes
slathered with icing
for weddings,
for partners in waiting.
that snaking backbone
in the north end of Boston,
you saw paper flowers,
bursts of blood-red hearts
and ruffled yellow fists
and in the windows
of limitless pastry shops,
multi-story cakes
slathered with icing
for weddings,
for partners in waiting.
Written: March 2014.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time that may be part of my third-year university dissertation regarding Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes. Feedback very welcome on all possible dissertation pieces. Please note the second and penultimate lines should be indented one space, but HP has failed to do this for some reason.
'Last night, down Hanover Street by all the elaborate Italian florists, with their great paper bouquets of flowers ... the innumerable pastry shops with seven-tiered wedding cakes ... came upon "Moon Street". A poem or story deserves that name.' Sylvia Plath journal entry - Monday 18th May 1959.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time that may be part of my third-year university dissertation regarding Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes. Feedback very welcome on all possible dissertation pieces. Please note the second and penultimate lines should be indented one space, but HP has failed to do this for some reason.
'Last night, down Hanover Street by all the elaborate Italian florists, with their great paper bouquets of flowers ... the innumerable pastry shops with seven-tiered wedding cakes ... came upon "Moon Street". A poem or story deserves that name.' Sylvia Plath journal entry - Monday 18th May 1959.
