Haunched like a faun, he hooed
From grove of moon-glint and fen-frost
Until all owls in the twigged forest
Flapped black to look and brood
On the call this man made.
No sound but a drunken coot
Lurching home along river bank.
Stars hung water-sunk, so a rank
Of double star-eyes lit
Boughs where those owls sat.
An arena of yellow eyes
Watched the changing shape he cut,
Saw hoof harden from foot, saw sprout
Goat-horns. Marked how god rose
And galloped woodward in that guise.
(Sylvia Plath)
More Poetry from Sylvia Plath:
- Ariel (Sylvia Plath Poems)
- Love Letter (Sylvia Plath Poems)
- Insomniac (Sylvia Plath Poems)
- Face Lift (Sylvia Plath Poems)
- Snakecharmer (Sylvia Plath Poems)
- The Disquieting Muses (Sylvia Plath Poems)