honu:
ARIEL /BY SYLVIA PLATHStasis in darkness.Then the substanceless blue Pour of tor and distances. /God’s lioness, How one we grow,Pivot of heels and knees!—The furrow /Splits and passes, sister to The brown arcOf the neck I cannot catch, /Nigger-eye Berries cast dark Hooks— /Black sweet blood mouthfuls, Shadows.Something else /Hauls me through air—Thighs, hair;Flakes from my heels. /WhiteGodiva, I unpeel—Dead hands, dead stringencies. /And now IFoam to wheat, a glitter of seas. The child’s cry /Melts in the wall. And IAm the arrow, /The dew that fliesSuicidal, at one with the drive Into the red /Eye, the cauldron of morning.