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Open Poetry #39

what was your first impressions?

theological
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since 2006-10-02

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0 posted 2006-10-02 02:47 PM

Well I'm In College And I Recently Had A Sort'a Difficult Task To Do Since I Wasn't To Familiar With The Author.
Her Name Is Sylvia Plath.

I Thought I'd Post A Poem On Here To Get Some Feedback.
I Have To Do A Essay On It But I'd Just Like Some Short Resposes To Get my Thoughts together..These Are The Main Questions About It That I'm Stuck With..

what was your first impression? what confuses you?

Poem:

Fever 103
Pure? What does it mean?
The tongues of hell
Are dull, dull as the triple

Tongues of dull, fat Cerebus
Who wheezes at the gate. Incapable
Of licking clean

The aguey tendon, the sin, the sin.
The tinder cries.
The indelible smell

Of a snuffed candle!
Love, love, the low smokes roll
From me like Isadora's scarves, I'm in a fright

One scarf will catch and anchor in the wheel.
Such yellow sullen smokes
Make their own element. They will not rise,

But trundle round the globe
Choking the aged and the meek,
The weak

Hothouse baby in its crib,
The ghastly orchid
Hanging its hanging garden in the air,

Devilish leopard!
Radiation turned it white
And killed it in an hour.

Greasing the bodies of adulterers
Like Hiroshima ash and eating in.
The sin. The sin.

Darling, all night
I have been flickering, off, on, off, on.
The sheets grow heavy as a lecher's kiss.

Three days. Three nights.
Lemon water, chicken
Water, water make me retch.

I am too pure for you or anyone.
Your body
Hurts me as the world hurts God. I am a lantern ---

My head a moon
Of Japanese paper, my gold beaten skin
Infinitely delicate and infinitely expensive.

Does not my heat astound you. And my light.
All by myself I am a huge camellia
Glowing and coming and going, flush on flush.

I think I am going up,
I think I may rise ---
The beads of hot metal fly, and I, love, I

Am a pure acetylene
Virgin
Attended by roses,

By kisses, by cherubim,
By whatever these pink things mean.
Not you, nor him.

Not him, nor him
(My selves dissolving, old wh0re petticoats) ---
To Paradise.

what was your first impressions? what confuses you? and what came to mind after you read it?

hunnie_girl

Member Elite

since 2006-06-18

Posts 2567
Canada

1 posted 2006-10-02 03:00 PM

hmmm first off i'd like to welcome you to passions i'm not sure about the Q? though i thought this poem was very interesting kind of cliff-hanging i'm not sure how to help you though sry... but keep posting more poems.
hunnie*

A time to love, and a time to hate; a time of war and a time for peace ~Ecclesiastes 3:8~

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