An Ode



Hearing and feeling Sylvia Plath
her poems on my Mp3

when I walk the streets
in a desolate night in May

She sounds as a roaring thunder
blasts the mind of me

she, talking about the enemies
nazis of the second world war
and touching things dark
with great mind and breath


I saw trees in full bloom
painting the path so fine
in Landskrona, small town
in the south of the west swedish coast

looking in a clear day over
to Hamlets castle

and far away also mesmerized
by the sight of the bridge between Copenhagen
and Malmö

and in that state, I wait for the night
to hear all mighty Sylvia Plath.











Poetry by Ivan R
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Written on 2014-05-13 at 01:19

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sylvier
Indeed, almighty Plath! A nice ode to her marvelous work, the images you placed in your poem reflect the dark aspects of life, and echo her suffering . Thanks for sharing
2014-05-13


F.i.in.e Moods The PoetBay support member heart!
I wish I could say that I like Sylvia Plath... but of the books I read from her, I found it over the extreme of depressing and the epitome of blahness all around... didn't like it much, I must admit... my preferences aside, I thought this write was well written, though. You have a way to grab me with your words, well done.
2014-05-13