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Sylvia Plath - Snakecharmer

As the gods began one world, and man another,
So the snakecharmer begins a snaky sphere
With moon-eye, mouth-pipe, He pipes. Pipes green. Pipes water.

Pipes water green until green waters waver
With reedy lengths and necks and undulatings.
And as his notes twine green, the green river

Shapes its images around his sons.
He pipes a place to stand on, but no rocks,
No floor: a wave of flickering grass tongues

Supports his foot. He pipes a world of snakes,
Of sways and coilings, from the snake-rooted bottom
Of his mind. And now nothing but snakes

Is visible. The snake-scales have become
Leaf, become eyelid; snake-bodies, bough, breast
Of tree and human. And he within this snakedom

Rules the writhings which make manifest
His snakehood and his might with pliant tunes
From his thin pipe. Out of this green nest

As out of Eden's navel twist the lines
Of snaky generations: let there be snakes!
And snakes there were, are, will be--till yawns

Consume this pipe and he tires of music
And pipes the world back to the simple fabric
Of snake-warp, snake-weft. Pipes the cloth of snakes

To a melting of green waters, till no snake
Shows its head, and those green waters back to
Water, to green, to nothing like a snake.
Puts up his pipe, and lids his moony eye.

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Snakecharmer - Comments and Information

Poet: Sylvia Plath
Poem: Snakecharmer
Volume: The Collected Poems
Year: Published/Written in 1957
Poem of the Day: May 13 2005

Comment 1 of 1, added on September 27th, 2004 at 7:48 AM.

this is my first comment i am actually typing.
personally, sylvia goes through satan's power. God may have created this world, man may have dominated the earth, being the strongest survivor and all... but satan have triumphed in seducing the society into becoming like him. thus he bask in his glory, till he gets bored of it...
then he demotes his glory back to square one.
Sylvia is saying that the earth is rooted with evil, and what goes around comes around. evil prevails.

barfbag

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