Wednesday, September 28, 2011

Of beetles, sweetbreads and shards

"I looked for a sign and found myself no where." 

Blue Moles

They're out of the dark's ragbag, these two
Moles dead in the pebbled rut,
Shapeless as flung gloves, a few feet apart ---
Blue suede a dog or fox has chewed.
One, by himself, seemed pitiable enough,
Little victim unearthed by some large creature
From his orbit under the elm root.
The second carcass makes a duel of the affair:
Blind twins bitten by bad nature.

The sky's far dome is sane a clear.
Leaves, undoing their yellow caves
Between the road and the lake water,
Bare no sinister spaces. Already
The moles look neutral as the stones.
Their corkscrew noses, their white hands
Uplifted, stiffen in a family pose.
Difficult to imagine how fury struck ---
Dissolved now, smoke of an old war.
Nightly the battle-snouts start up
In the ear of the veteran, and again
I enter the soft pelt of the mole.
Light's death to them: they shrivel in it.
They move through their mute rooms while I sleep,
Palming the earth aside, grubbers 
After the fat children of root and rock.
By day, only the topsoil heaves.
Down there one is alone.

Outsize hands prepare a path,
They go before: opening the veins,
Delving for the appendages
Of beetles, sweetbreads, shards -- to be eaten
Over and over. And still the heaven
Of final surfeit is just as far
From the door as ever. What happens between us
Happens in darkness, vanishes
Easy and often as each breath.

By Sylvia Plath


Rosa said...

Very nice poem and how lovely picture..a woman who seems offering herself abandoning in someone's arms... Definitely I find it sexy.:)

Another pillow of art.
Thanks sweet lady! :)

diane said...

No thank you dear heart, it's a lovely dream you create...

Rosa said...

It seems my immagination runs too fast! :D

hugs and kisses ;)

diane said...

Love your imagination... never stop! xoxo

Anonymous said...

I have no imagination at all :)
No idea about poetry or photography :)

I like the picture though :) If I can say :) I like her.


diane said...

No imagination? Did I not get a riddle in the mail today? A riddle I would answer had I not been mentally exhausted today. She likes you too Migue you're such a good and decent guy!!! I will miss you Vesna and Rosa very much!!

diane said...

...and beautiful Zoe of course! xo