“Spinster” by Sylvia Plath
Posted: June 14, 2011 Filed under: Hollywood Spinster Leave a commentI read this poet called ‘Spinster’ by Sylvia Plath, for the first time this morning.
Wow. The last verse made me shiver.
Does anyone know more about the origins of this poem?
(As it’s probably subject to copyright laws but I’ll only leave it up for a little while, so you can read it. Then you can all go to Amazon and buy it!).
Spinster by Sylvia Plath Now this particular girl During a ceremonious april walk With her latest suitor Found herself, of a sudden, intolerably struck By the birds' irregular babel And the leaves' litter. By this tumult afflicted, she Observed her lover's gestures unbalance the air, His gait stray uneven Through a rank wilderness of fern and flower; She judged petals in disarray, The whole season, sloven. How she longed for winter then! -- Scrupulously austere in its order Of white and black Ice and rock; each sentiment within border, And heart's frosty discipline Exact as a snowflake. But here -- a burgeoning Unruly enough to pitch her five queenly wits Into vulgar motley -- A treason not to be borne; let idiots Reel giddy in bedlam spring: She withdrew neatly. And round her house she set Such a barricade of barb and check Against mutinous weather As no mere insurgent man could hope to break With curse, fist, threat Or love, either.