Saturday, March 7, 2009

bell jar

for sylvia


and the fragrance
of fresh peach rises
again
seeks the flamed fingers
fiends for the hot lips
of her Muse

to squeeze out the seeds
like reluctant poems,
half-written in purgatory
waiting
to be dropped word-by-word
into this glass jar

12 comments:

  1. Nice.

    btw thanks for your contribution.

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  2. This is a very moving poem . Those of us whom are readers of Plath's poetry can feel the longing in this poem. Well written.

    love-bd

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  3. her
    longing a
    plaintive bell

    unanswered.

    sylvia's writing is heartbreaking

    ty- nadege

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  4. Memories of a beloved poet and feelings of feeling her pain.

    Lovely

    Cherie

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  5. Great book and a great poem! "to squeeze out the seeds/ like reluctant poems,/half-written in purgatory" Your work moves me. Thank you for stopping by my blog!

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  6. in
    bell jar
    syvia was courageously

    naked
    not unlike
    her airy poems

    full
    of unseen
    weight & substance


    ty - nadege

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  7. mon cherie ~

    memories
    of sylvia's
    pain morph into

    pleasure
    upon echoing
    her heart's poem

    ty - nadege

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  8. What a beautiful and moving piece. There is wonderful work on this site. Thank you for your visit on mine's

    Take care

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  9. sylvia
    is the
    most quiet muse


    ty - nadege

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  10. This is a very moving piece. Ah, Sylvia, yes I loved her rawness in The Bell Jar, as well as her journals (unabridged) as they were also extremely raw to me and truly showed her gift!

    Thanks for sharing this! I've enjoyed my visit!

    ~ Calli

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  11. hey calli ~

    her talent
    as
    raw as
    her pain

    ty for coming...

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