Friday, January 22
Ophelia: elegy for Sylvia Plath
did the cut flowers stab you with their stalks
as they floated in your hair?
Ophelia did their petals stick to your eyelids
and did the horn sound for the hunt
and pass by
you,hidden in the reeds; did you stir,
open blind eyes
and silently mouth ' hey nonny hey' ?
did they draw blood
as you scissored them
for your statement -
they were words and
their silent screams, the