Friday, 20 July 2012
Day 29: You're
How do you describe someone you love? Words fail us most of the time. Except for the general and the one-size-fits-all easy flung around adjectives of 'amazing' and 'wonderful' and when it comes to babies - ooh-and-ahhing of the like.
But if you're a poet, you'll have no end of words. And descriptions. Comparisons. Like Sylvia Plath here in a poem she wrote describing her unborn baby (*or husband, fellow poet Ted Hughes, as a few interpretations go).
There are so many original endearing (and endeared) descriptions here it's easy to get a sense of the loving admiration behind it.
You're - Sylvia Plath
Clownlike, happiest on your hands,
Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,
Gilled like a fish. A common-sense
Thumbs-down on the dodo's mode.
Wrapped up in yourself like a spool,
Trawling your dark as owls do.
Mute as a turnip from the Fourth
Of July to All Fools' Day,
O high-riser, my little loaf.
Vague as fog and looked for like mail.
Farther off than Australia.
Bent-backed Atlas, our traveled prawn.
Snug as a bud and at home
Like a sprat in a pickle jug.
A creel of eels, all ripples.
Jumpy as a Mexican bean.
Right, like a well-done sum.
A clean slate, with your own face on.