from "Wanting to Die" by Anne Sexton, a good friend, colleague, and fellow suicide of Sylvia Plath:
by Jack Folsom, a Sylvia Plath "specialist", "The Poet in Residence":
Inside the flat she rents
she lives in a moon mirror.
She subsists on hot words
broiled under the cold dawns.
At night by candle-light
she counts the shadows
dancing on the white walls
before her sleeping time.
In the grey winter morning
she parts the window curtains.
She peers down at heads wrapped in scarves,
at legs shuffling footless in the snow.
In the dark of afternoon
she watches faceless forms crossing streets.
They crease the freezing ruts
in her forehead as she turns away.
from "In Sylvia Plath Country" by Erica Jong:
The skin of the sea
has nothing to tell me
I see her diving down
into herself --
past the bell-shaped jellyfish
who toll for no one--
& meaning to come back.
**
This is her own country--
the sea, the rain
& death half rhyming
with her father's name.
**
what could we tell you
after you dove down into yourself
& were swallowed
by your poems?
Since you ask, most days I cannot remember.
I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage.
Then the most unnameable lust returns.
Even then I have nothing against life.
I know well the grass blades you mention
the furniture you have placed under the sun.
by Jack Folsom, a Sylvia Plath "specialist", "The Poet in Residence":
Inside the flat she rents
she lives in a moon mirror.
She subsists on hot words
broiled under the cold dawns.
At night by candle-light
she counts the shadows
dancing on the white walls
before her sleeping time.
In the grey winter morning
she parts the window curtains.
She peers down at heads wrapped in scarves,
at legs shuffling footless in the snow.
In the dark of afternoon
she watches faceless forms crossing streets.
They crease the freezing ruts
in her forehead as she turns away.
from "In Sylvia Plath Country" by Erica Jong:
The skin of the sea
has nothing to tell me
I see her diving down
into herself --
past the bell-shaped jellyfish
who toll for no one--
& meaning to come back.
**
This is her own country--
the sea, the rain
& death half rhyming
with her father's name.
**
what could we tell you
after you dove down into yourself
& were swallowed
by your poems?