The Sunday lamb cracks in its fat.
The fat
Sacrifices its opacity. . . .

A window, holy gold.
The fire makes it precious,
The same fire

Melting the tallow heretics,
Ousting the Jews.
Their thick palls float

Over the cicatrix of Poland, burnt-out
Germany.
They do not die.

Grey birds obsess my heart,
Mouth-ash, ash of eye.
They settle. On the high

Precipice
That emptied one man into space
The ovens glowed like heavens, incandescent.

It is a heart,
This holocaust I walk in,
O golden child the world will kill and eat.

Analysis, meaning and summary of Sylvia Plath's poem Mary’s Song

6 Comments

  1. skidish says:

    omg this poem is REALLY good! i love it to death! im doing the holocaust right now in English..

  2. Mag says:

    This poem was interesting. It had much meaning, at least to me. I felt the pain of the Holocaust. This should be read by people so they can feel the way i felt, when i read this poem.

  3. Jennifer says:

    i love this poems it was awesome, it made me have a tear in my eye, i am very intrested in the holicault stuff and i have done so many projects and i am sooo happy that someone besides me likes the same thing i do way to go.

  4. Shorty says:

    This poem was good ans bad at the same time but she was a very good poet she just needed a little more love i think then she would have been fine

  5. Brittany says:

    he was rude, likely because he doesn’t get it. whatever, to each his own. if one is to trash or even compliemtn something, they should state a reason for their decision.

  6. Charmane says:

    Joe is very rude the poem is lovely

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