winter trees

robert bought me this beautiful book of selected poems by sylvia plath – at first i thought them despairing and vengeful, but on reading them again, i can see the tenderness, truth and clever mind of a talented poet and a woman who felt that she had been wronged.

The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve.
On their blotter of fog the trees
Seem a botanical drawing—
Memories growing, ring on ring,
A series of weddings.

Knowing neither abortions nor bitchery,
Truer than women,
They seed so effortlessly!
Tasting the winds, that are footless,
Waist-deep in history—

Full of wings, otherworldliness.
In this, they are Ledas.
O mother of leaves and sweetness
Who are these pietàs?
The shadows of ringdoves chanting, but easing nothing.

sylvia plath

2 thoughts on “winter trees

  1. I adore what I know of Sylvia Plath’s work – although really ought to get to know more (I keep meaning to read ‘The Bell Jar’!)

    I find Sylvia’s story very interesting, yet completely tragic – and was surprised to find out a few years back that she’s actually buried not too far away from where I live!

    Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem – and reminding me to put aside some time again to read (and generally become more cultured!) 😉


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