Wednesday, 24 October 2012
Sylvia Plath - Sheep In Fog
The hills step off into whiteness
People or stars
Regard me sadly, I disappoint them
The train leaves a line of breath
Horse the colour of rust
Hooves, dolorous bells -
All morning the
Morning has been blackening.
A flower left out.
My bones hold a stillness, the far
Fields melt my heart.
To let me through to a heaven
Starless and fatherless, a dark water.
By my favourite poet, the talented Sylvia Plath.
University is clearly not for me. I will endure, because I will be in a better position when I come out than I was when I went in. But all of that is presuming I will still be alive and breathing when I come out.
I'm trying to write again. A friend, Carmela, inspired me to do it. We'll see how it goes. I may even post something on this blog... for once.