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.