19 July 2010

... in July

"Little poppies, little hell flames,
Do you do no harm?

You flicker. I cannot touch you.
I put my hands among the flames. Nothing burns.

And it exhausts me to watch you
Flickering like that, wrinkly and clear red, like the skin of a mouth."

- from "Poppies in July" by Sylvia Plath


Julia said...

Oh yes!

Peter K Steinberg said...


We have a bunch more ready to pop open and sadly crinkle away.

Sometimes a poem can really come to life when you see the thing described in person. I find this very true to Plath's poetry (this should be a surprise to anyone). How she can take a flower, a tree, a row of headstones, a trip to her father's grave, what have you and transform it into such a piece of art. But, the foundation is her life. It is always there behind the creative works, informing it. Sometimes you can really almost touch it.


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