To Sylvia Plath
Oh, come on, Sylvia Plath
Lead me down the forbidden path
I'll throw pebbles at your window
Till the sun comes up.
And tell me now, Ted Hughes,
Did you ever happen to lose
Something you never even had?
The tears I cry are not for your
Daddy
But for my own
The one who told me
'you would have had more luck'
And I'll say of course, who would not want
A free horse
When there is so much
Field work to be done
But I know, deep inside,
Of the turning of the tide,
And I
Thank you for all your wrath,
My darling Sylvia Plath.
-by: Corina Bardasuc
source: sheillaomalley.com/archives
