For today, I asked you to bring in a song or poem that inspires you. For the next 15 minutes, read/listen to and write about, with, or for it. Write freely and thoughtfully without censoring yourself.
Here is my chosen text. It is a poem that deals with motherhood, an important part of my life. And it is written by a poet who I love almost as an extension of my self.
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Here is my chosen text. It is a poem that deals with motherhood, an important part of my life. And it is written by a poet who I love almost as an extension of my self.
Morning Song | ||
| by Sylvia Plath | ||
Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements. Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue. In a drafty museum, your nakedness Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls. I'm no more your mother Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow Effacement at the wind's hand. All night your moth-breath Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen: A far sea moves in my ear. One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral In my Victorian nightgown. Your mouth opens clean as a cat's. The window square Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try Your handful of notes; The clear vowels rise like balloons. | ||
