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Sylvia Plath - Apprehensions

There is this white wall, above which the sky creates itself --
Infinite, green, utterly untouchable.
Angels swim in it, and the stars, in indifference also.
They are my medium.
The sun dissolves on this wall, bleeding its lights.

A grey wall now, clawed and bloody.
Is there no way out of the mind?
Steps at my back spiral into a well.
There are no trees or birds in this world,
There is only sourness.

This red wall winces continually:
A red fist, opening and closing,
Two grey, papery bags --
This is what i am made of, this, and a terror
Of being wheeled off under crosses and rain of pieties.

On a black wall, unidentifiable birds
Swivel their heads and cry.
There is no talk of immorality amoun these!
Cold blanks approach us:
They move in a hurry.

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Poet: Sylvia Plath
Poem: Apprehensions
Volume: The Collected Poems
Year: Published/Written in 1962
Poem of the Day: May 5 2012

Comment 3 of 3, added on January 15th, 2013 at 12:57 PM.

BS low - ratinolatiy high! Really good answer!

Vimal from India
Comment 2 of 3, added on January 15th, 2013 at 12:57 PM.

Fidinng this post solves a problem for me. Thanks!

Paige from Israel
Comment 1 of 3, added on August 7th, 2005 at 4:09 PM.

I feel the pain within her heart. Great poem.


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