Poetry and Quarantine

Hello our amazing and lovely readers and listeners. We were thinking a lot what will be interesting for you and decided every day to post one poem from our favourite authors. And the first will be of course Silvia Plath with her "Morning Song". I promise we will speak about Plath later more thoroughly. Im also sharing the link where Meryl Streep reads it.

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MORNING SONG

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.