Wednesday, July 18, 2012


Zoo of the New

“the zoo of the new”
—Sylvia Plath, “Child”

I tire of Big Daddy—
And all the little troublous
Daddies out there

Wringing my hands—
In this dark bedroom
Here in North Tawton

I tire of stalking—
St. Peter’s Cemetery
So grand and classical

Meditating on names—
And images wrinkling on
The rotting tombstones

The zoo of the new—
Is much more interesting
An absolutely new thing

I want to be the—
Clear eye of a child again
Fill it with color and ducks

Give me a new ceiling—
With shooting stars and
Snowdrops once again

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