{"id":2190,"date":"2007-12-14T16:10:00","date_gmt":"2007-12-14T16:10:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2190"},"modified":"2018-11-20T05:28:04","modified_gmt":"2018-11-20T05:28:04","slug":"poetry-friday-because-sylvia-pla","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingya.com\/?p=2190","title":{"rendered":"Poetry Friday: Because Sylvia Plath Doesn’t Make Everyone Think of Advent"},"content":{"rendered":"


<\/a>Black Rook in Rainy Weather<\/b>
On the stiff twig up there
Hunches a wet black rook
Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain.
I do not expect a miracle
Or an accident<\/p>\n

To set the sight on fire
In my eye, nor seek
Any more in the desultory weather some design,
But let spotted leaves fall as they fall,
Without ceremony, or portent.<\/p>\n

Although, I admit, I desire,
Occasionally, some backtalk
From the mute sky, I can’t honestly complain:
A certain minor light may still
Lean incandescent<\/p>\n

Out of kitchen table or chair
As if a celestial burning took
Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then —
Thus hallowing an interval
Otherwise inconsequent<\/p>\n

By bestowing largesse, honor,
One might say love. At any rate, I now walk
Wary (for it could happen
Even in this dull, ruinous landscape); skeptical,
Yet politic; ignorant<\/p>\n

Of whatever angel may choose to flare
Suddenly at my elbow. I only know that a rook
Ordering its black feathers can so shine
As to seize my senses, haul
My eyelids up, and grant<\/p>\n

A brief respite from fear
Of total neutrality. With luck,
Trekking stubborn through this season
Of fatigue, I shall
Patch together a content<\/p>\n

Of sorts. Miracles occur,
If you care to call those spasmodic
Tricks of radiance miracles. The wait’s begun again,
The long wait for the angel,
For that rare, random descent.<\/p>\n

– Sylvia Plath<\/p>\n

Listen to the precise cadences as the poet reads this seasonal poem <\/a> and an additional poem, titled November Graveyard.<\/i> The Poetry People can be found at The Miss Rumphius Effect.<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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