Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with color and ducks,
The zoo of the new
Whose name you meditate —
April snowdrop, Indian pipe,
Little
Stalk without wrinkle,
Pool in which images
Should be grand and classical
Not this troublous
Wringing of hands, this dark
Ceiling without a star.
(Sylvia Plath)
More Poetry from Sylvia Plath:
- Ariel (Sylvia Plath Poems)
- A Lesson In Vengeance (Sylvia Plath Poems)
- Fever 103° (Sylvia Plath Poems)
- The Bee Meeting (Sylvia Plath Poems)
- Dialogue Between Ghost And Priest (Sylvia Plath Poems)
- Nick And The Candlestick (Sylvia Plath Poems)