This is newness: every little tawdry
Obstacle glass-wrapped and peculiar,
Glinting and clinking in a saint's falsetto. Only you
Don't know what to make of the sudden slippiness,
The blind, white, awful, inaccessible slant.
There's no getting up it by the words you know.
No getting up by elephant or wheel or shoe.
We have only come to look. You are too new
To want the world in a glass hat.
--Yet another Plath
3 comments:
gorgeous! so whose soles do i lick for all the plath?
it is i, the marquis de modig... i dont know why i had a plath obsession week, but i did...there will be no sole licking...do you know where my shoes have been?
true... you have one dirty sole :)
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