By Silvia

Ariel

Stasis in darkness.

Then the substanceless blue

Pour of tor and distances.

God's lioness,

How one we grow,

Pivot of heels and knees!

---The furrow

Splits and passes,

sister to

The brown arc

Of the neck I cannot catch,

Nigger-eye

Berries cast darkHooks

---Black sweet blood mouthfuls,

Shadows.Something else

Hauls me through air

---Thighs, hair;

Flakes from my heels.

WhiteGodiva,

I unpeel

---Dead hands, dead stringencies.

And now

I Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.

The child's cryMelts in the wall.

And I Am the arrow,

The dew that flies,

Suicidal, at one with the drive

Into the redEye,

the cauldron of morning.

bY

Sylvia Plath