All Appearance by Sylvia Plath

The smile of iceboxes annihilates me.

Such blue currents in the veins of my loved one!

I hear her great heart purr.

From her lips ampersands and percent signs

Exit like kisses.

It is Monday in her mind:  morals

Launder and present themselves.

What am I to make of these contradictions?

I wear white cuffs, I bow.

Is this love then, this red material

Issuing from the steele needle that flies so blindingly?

It will make little dresses and coats,

It will cover a dynasty.

How her body opens and shuts-

A Swiss watch, jeweled in the hinges!

O heart, such disorganization!

The stars are flashing like terrible numerals.

ABC, her eyelids say.



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