Since Christmas they have lived with us,
Guileless and clear,Oval soul-animals,Taking up half the space,Moving and rubbing on the silkInvisible air drifts,Giving a shriek and popWhen attacked, then scooting to rest, barely trembling.Yellow cathead, blue fish ----Such queer moons we live withInstead of dead furniture!Straw mats, white wallsAnd these travelingGlobes of thin air, red, green,DelightingThe heart like wishes or freePeacocks blessingOld ground with a featherBeaten in starry metals.Your smallBrother is makingHis balloon squeak like a cat.Seeming to seeA funny pink world he might eat on the other side of it,He bites,Then sitsBack, fat jugContemplating a world clear as water.A redShred in his little fist.Robert Frost- Nothing Gold Can Stay
Nature's first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
And dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
This was an option for my final poem, as I studied Sylvia Plath's poetry in great detail as part of my A Level English Language & Literature I have a good understanding of her life and how it affected her poetry. There are many similarities between her life and her poetry. However, for this project I decided to use another poem.
ReplyDeleteI also looked at Robert Frost- Nothing Gold Can Stay in my A Level English. However, I decided that for this project and the style I wanted to use, it was not the right poem.
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