Behind Door Number Two

Baloons
by Sylvia Plath

Since Christmas they have lived with us,
Guileless and clear,
Oval soul-animals,

Taking up half the space,
Moving and rubbing on the silk
Invisible air drifts,

Giving a shriek and pop
When attacked, then scooting to rest, barely trembling.
Yellow cathead, blue fish ----
Such queer moons we live with

Instead of dead furniture!
Straw mats, white walls
And these traveling
Globes of thin air, red, green,
Delighting

The heart like wishes or free
Peacocks blessing
Old ground with a feather
Beaten in starry metals.
Your small

Brother is making
His balloon squeak like a cat.
Seeming to see
A funny pink world he might eat on the other side of it,
He bites,

Then sits
Back, fat jug
Contemplating a world clear as water.
A red
Shred in his little fist.

Behind Door Number One

Mad Girl’s Love Song
By Sylvia Plath

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"

Tippy-toe

Pe varfuri de degete de la picioare sa nu va trezesc dintre cozonaci am si eu doua propuneri de incercari pentru club.
S-apoi as vrea daca se poate sa mai curga si altii cu poezele pentru viitoarea intalnire care cica sa prognozeaza dupa sesiune. Asa ca lasati textele sa vina la mine!

Ne dau afara gandacii...

Da, oameni buni, sper sa nu va fie cu banat, dar lunea asta Pitar Moshul se dezinsectizeaza, se otravesc soarecii cu grau rosu, se deodorizeaza gandacii, se scot animalele din subsol din custi...se primeneste menajeria etc.

You know, the usual, deci clubul se amana pe saptamana viitoare, luni 17 Decembrie, la aceeasi ora si in acelasi loc cum v-am obisnuit de data asta cu Heaney-ul de mai jos in dinti si cu the spirit of the season (oh, yes I mean that in more ways than one).
Merry Merry Week, ok?