Friday, December 14, 2007

Two Poems I like.

Quite different in tone, I hasten to add.

01. The Look (Sara Teasdale)
Stephon kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Stephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.


02. Medusa (Sylvia Plath)
Off that landspit of stony mouth-plugs,
Eyes rolled by white sticks,
Ears cupping the sea's incoherences,
You house your unnerving head--God-ball,
Lens of mercies,
Your stooges
Plying their wild cells in my keel's shadow,
Pushing by like hearts,
Red stigmata at the very center,
Riding the rip tide to the nearest point of
departure,

Dragging their Jesus hair.
Did I escape, I wonder?
My mind winds to you
Old barnacled umbilicus, Atlantic cable,
Keeping itself, it seems, in a state of miraculous
repair.

In any case, you are always there,
Tremulous breath at the end of my line,
Curve of water upleaping
To my water rod, dazzling and grateful,
Touching and sucking.
I didn't call you.
I didn't call you at all.
Nevertheless, nevertheless
You steamed to me over the sea,
Fat and red, a placenta

Paralyzing the kicking lovers.
Cobra light
Squeezing the breath from the blood bells
Of the fuchsia. I could draw no breath,
Dead and moneyless,

Overexposed, like an X-ray.
Who do you think you are?
A Communion wafer? Blubbery Mary?
I shall take no bite of your body,
Bottle in which I live,

Ghastly Vatican.
I am sick to death of hot salt.
Green as eunuchs, your wishes
Hiss at my sins.
Off, off, eely tentacle!
There is nothing between us.

3 comments:

Kayleigh said...

I'd never heard of tht first poem before, but it's lovely. simple but effective.
And i love that Plath poem, her poetry is the only stuff i properly enjoy. Her mother must have done something horrible to have that written about her!

anahita said...

I lovelovelove the first one. it's really so sweet. The first romantic poem to really ever speak to me, as they say in eng lit. -_-

And sylvia plath is great, we had to study this one poem of hers for gcse: The mirror. 'twas really quite powerful.

still, my favourite poem of all time is defo. "sometimes" by sheenagh pugh. so uplifting. :) xxx

Anonymous said...

lovely poems ems