WINTRY MORNING POETRY CLASSICS with Sylvia Plath

[Toon Me Out]

Winter Landscape, with Rooks



Water in the millrace, through a sluice of stone,
plunges headlong into that black pond
where, absurd and out-of-season, a single swan
floats chast as snow, taunting the clouded mind
which hungers to haul the white reflection down.

The austere sun descends above the fen,
an orange cyclops-eye, scorning to look
longer on this landscape of chagrin;
feathered dark in thought, I stalk like a rook,
brooding as the winter night comes on.

Last summer's reeds are all engraved in ice
as is your image in my eye; dry frost
glazes the window of my hurt; what solace
can be struck from rock to make heart's waste
grow green again? Who'd walk in this bleak place?

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[Hawkowl]

1. Cheery

Who'd have thought from that lovely missive, that she would stick her head in an oven?

[Ilsa]

2. Vivid pain. Waiting. Thanks for the connection that makes us human. nt

[Toon Me Out]

4. hi Ilsa!

i hope there's some sunniness and true joy in the connection for you too. PEACE

[stockholmer]

3. thanks for the share +1

[Toon Me Out]

5. hi stockholmer

you're welcome, and thank you.