Showing posts with label Sylvia Plath. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sylvia Plath. Show all posts
Monday, February 11, 2013
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Ghost Priest
A sliding haze
in dark-webbed branches
wavering gauze-edged, inhabited
by a voice furred with frost,
a haunt of gilded questions.
love gnaws me
a phantom
grace splits from that pale mist.
*Illustration of erasure*
An erasure of Sylvia Plath's Dialogue Between Ghost and Priest
Labels:
blackout,
erasure,
Sylvia Plath
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
Sleep
Out here,
It is dangerous.
mad men inhabit the blue hour,
glittery fictions glide
In the crevice of shadow
comfortless as firedogs in the wind.
here,
heat-cracked crickets
creep into our hair.
*
Erasure of Sylvia Plath's Sleep in the Mojave Desert from Crossing the Water
It is dangerous.
mad men inhabit the blue hour,
glittery fictions glide
In the crevice of shadow
comfortless as firedogs in the wind.
here,
heat-cracked crickets
creep into our hair.
*
Erasure of Sylvia Plath's Sleep in the Mojave Desert from Crossing the Water
Labels:
blackout,
Crossing the Water,
erasure,
Plath,
poem,
Sleep,
Sylvia Plath
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Bonewhite light - A Plath Cento
Something else hauls me through air——
Listen: these are its hooves:
A bonewhite light
behind all things.
The low smokes roll from me like Isadora’s scarves.
A life baptized in no-life for a while,
the spirit
escapes like steam.
Tonight it has receded like a ship's light.
I can't get it out of my mind.
*
This is a cento constructed with lines from Sylvia Plath's poems from Ariel: Ariel, Elm, Fever 103, and poems from Crossing the Water: Insomniac, Last Words, The Surgeon at 2 a.m., Zoo keeper's Wife
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Ariel,
cento,
Crossing the Water,
Plath,
Sylvia Plath
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