Sunday, June 22, 2008

Metaphors by, Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)

Here is a poem by Sylvia Plath that is a nine-line structure, with nine syllables in each line. I would love to be this talented in poetry writing. This kind of writing is hard to do.

I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit; ivory fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.

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