I have done it again.
One year in every ten
i manage it-
a sort of walking miracle, my skin
Bright as a Nazi lampshade,
My right foot
a paperweight,
My face a featureless, fine
Jew linen.
Peel off the napkin
0 my enemy.
Do i terrify? -
The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?
The sour breath
Will vanish in a day.
Soon, soon the flesh
The grave cave ate will be
At home on me
And i a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat i have nine times to die.
This is Number Three.
What a trash
To annihilate each decade.
What a million filaments.
The peanut-crunching crowd
Shoves in to see
Them unwrap me hand and foot
The big strip tease.
Gentlemen, ladies
These are my hands
My knees.
I may be skin and bone,
Nevertheless, i am the same, identical woman.
The first time it happened i was ten.
It was an accident.
The second time i meant
To last it out and not come back at all.
I rocked shut
As a seashell.
They had to call and call
And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.
Dying
Is an art, like everything else,
i do it exceptionally well.
I do it so it feels like hell.
I do it so it feels real.
I guess you could say i've a call.
It's easy enough to do it in a cell.
It's easy enough to do it and stay put.
It's the theatrical
Comeback in broad day
To the same place, the same face, the same brute
Amused shout:
'a miracle!'
That knocks me out.
There is a charge
For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart-
It really goes.
And there is a charge, a very large charge
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood
Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
So, so, Herr Doktor.
So, Herr Enemy.
I am your opus,
i am your valuable,
The pure gold baby
That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think i underestimate your great concern.
Ash, ash -
You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there-
a cake of soap,
a wedding ring,
a gold filling.
Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Beware
Beware.
Out of the ash
i rise with my red hair
And i eat men like air.
- Sylvia Plathda PensieriParole <http://www.pensieriparole.it/poesie/poesie-d-autore/poesia-79087?f=a:3701>
