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Sylvia's Grove Song

Author: ruejacobs
ASL Info:    39/feminazi/Gehenna
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Class/Type: Poetry /Longing
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it's preety sad that despite the millenia separating them, our Sappho and our Sylvia Plath both commited suicide for the same reason. it seems a pretty sad commentary on intellegent, creative women, or society in general. Sylvia put her head in the oven and turned on the gas and Sappho flung herself from a cliff, but it was all because of love and the infidelity of men. what's really pathetic is that Sylvie's man went on to drive his mistress to suicide as well.

Sylvia's Grove Song

Sylvia, Sylvia,
a forest souled root
to trip my foot
in its dormancy;
life inert and rising from the soil.
when with one last glance
your eye recorded camera-like
that blade of grass, that leaf
to you, it must have seemed immortal.

you took only that,
and moth-breath, left behind
a final treat inside your hearth
for your man, for your man,
left it to cool in the oven.
tell me why would you believe he'd deserved that?

he didn't need fists, his words were his fists
but clumsier than yours by far.
last word, witty girl,
let him talk all he wants.

did you choke? did you cough?
did you sleep, sleep, sleep?
they vandelized your grave again.

the women come with chisels
like surgeons they harvest the tumor of his name.
those women on their knees
before you paying homage
to you Our Lady of the Viper- Man,

man with his open hands of greed,
philandering suicide tongue
with his cold cobra's kiss,
did his fingers close your eyes?
they closed hers, too, you know.
you never asked for that.

he left a lethal trail
like any man
surefooted as a satyr
he clears the root, he clears the root.
and only women will stumble.

i am a Dryad at the cross roads,
paper-voiced, ink-tongued,
your venom, thick and sweet as molasses
in my mouth,
digging up the root
digging up the root.
give me you mandrakes, sister,
i've need of them.

Submitted on 2004-03-19 23:34:24     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  yes.... i know this is the second time i've commented on this.... but this poem has been on my mind since i read it. The last 2 lines have struck me very hard. beautiful
| Posted on 2004-04-06 00:00:00 | by Voodoo_Lounge | [ Reply to This ]
  I don't know anything about this story or this poet but maybe I'll read her now. My husband has some of her writing somewhere around here. The story seems tragic like Anne Sexton, Nick Drake.I like the "did his fingers close your eyes?....last word, witty girl, let him talk all he wants"...Wish I had that strength....maybe someday, hopefully, the courage will be found for this. As always, perfectly written, somewhat callous, a murky laugh behind all your work.
| Posted on 2004-04-02 00:00:00 | by pawnee | [ Reply to This ]
  The poem is wonderful--regardless of the facts,--it is the emotion, and the message--the empathy and compassion that wrenches the souls and makes the heart weep--not exactly whio did what. To be sure, Sylvia had her own demons --but she heard angels too--once at a certain level of enlightenment--or whatever name you wish to use---there is that gossamer filament holding it all together---rock-a-bye baby--spun from the same spindle as the one that babies first arrive in I do believe
Thanks for a great few moments of beauty and reflection--Silver
| Posted on 2004-03-30 00:00:00 | by Silverdog | [ Reply to This ]
  I agree with cuddledumplin, but as far as your poetry goes, it was impressive. I liked your repition and your way of talking to her in a sympathetic way. Also liked the line "they closed hers, too, you know.
you never asked for that." Good write.

~ Niphredil
| Posted on 2004-03-20 00:00:00 | by Niphredil | [ Reply to This ]
  I like this a lot, but Sylvia tried suicide long before she met Ted. I think she destined to self-destruct. I'm not saying Ted was Mr. Nice or anything, but Sylvia had flaws too. Foremost among these was a perfectionism which no one could meet. In other words, it was a disfunctional marriage between two disfunctional people.
| Posted on 2004-03-19 00:00:00 | by cuddledumplin | [ Reply to This ]

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