The Beast

Sylvia Plath

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He was the bullman earlierm
King of the dish, my lucky animal.
Breathing was easy in his airy holding.
The sun sat in his armpit.
Nothing went moldy. The little invisibles
Waited on him hand and foot.
The blue sisters sent me to another school.
Monkey lived under the dunce cap.
He kept blowing me kisses.
I hardly knew him.

He won't be got rid of:
Memblepaws, teary and sorry,
Fido Littlesoul, the bowel's unfamiliar.
A dustbin's enough for him.
The dark's his bone.
Call him any name, he'll come to it.

Mud-sump, happy sty face.
I've married a cupboard of rubbish.
I bed in a fish puddle.
Down here the sky is always falling.
Hogwallow's at the window.
The star bugs won't save me this mouth.
I housekeep in Time's gut-end
Among emmets and mollusks,
Duchess of Nothing,
Hairtusk's bride.

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Comments1
  • Fujaye ahmad

    Reading poems like this one always reminds me of the power of poetry. The vivid imagery, the raw emotion, the challenging and complex metaphors- it's all so captivating. It brings to life a world that is both familiar and alien, beautiful and grotesque. Life's complexities reflected through the lens of poetic brilliance never fail to amaze me.