I feel ya! Nicked this from a Brit Poetry site
Anyway, wanted to post that and I thought of this neglected blog. I have a couple, all with different names. Too funny. Totally Gemini.
Favorite Plath poem:
All the Dead Dears
by Sylvia Plath
In the Archæological Museum in Cambridge is a stone coffin of the fourth century A.D. containing the skeletons of a woman, a mouse and a shrew. The ankle-bone of the woman has been slightly gnawed.
Rigged poker -stiff on her back
With a granite grin This antique museum-cased lady
Lies, companioned by the gimcrack
Relics of a mouse and a shrew
That battened for a day on her ankle-bone.
These three, unmasked now, bear Dry witness
To the gross eating game
We'd wink at if we didn't hear
Stars grinding, crumb by crumb,
Our own grist down to its bony face.
How they grip us through think and thick,
These barnacle dead! This lady here's no kin
Of mine, yet kin she is: she'll suck
Blood and whistle my narrow clean
To prove it. As I think now of her hand,
From the mercury-backed glass
Mother, grandmother, greatgrandmother
Reach hag hands to haul me in,
And an image looms under the fishpond surface
Where the daft father went down
With orange duck-feet winnowing this hair ---
All the long gone darlings: They
Get back, though, soon,
Soon: be it by wakes, weddings,
Childbirths or a family barbecue:
Any touch, taste, tang's
Fit for those outlaws to ride home on,
And to sanctuary: usurping the armchair
And tack of the clock, until we go,
Each skulled-and-crossboned Gulliver
Riddled with ghosts, to lie
Deadlocked with them, taking roots as cradles rock.
Supposed to be doing Script Frenzy, but I'm way behind. Not working on Snaketown either, which grieves me. I am posting to eBay. Sold all 6 yesterday. Very pleased. I need to beef up my PayPal account. Also selling to Powells.com online. Though haven't received any deposits. Hmm.