.
.
Ariel
.
Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.
.
God's lioness,
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees! ---The furrow
.
Splits and passes, sister to
The brown arc
Of the neck I cannot catch,
.
Nigger-eye
Berries cast dark
Hooks ---
.
Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something else
.
Hauls me through air ---
Thighs, hair;
Flakes from my heels.
.
White
Godiva, I unpeel ---
Dead hands, dead stringencies.
.
And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.
The child's cry
.
Melts in the wall.
And I
Am the arrow,
.
The dew that flies,
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red
.
Eye, the cauldron of morning.
.
-Sylvia Plath
.
.