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[星子]

They say I am more
like Plath than Dickinson.

They say I look more
at you than the fire.

Cold, do you agree?
A lake of silence.

Silver and exact,
a subdued cell—
Plath swallowed within,
her dark robe hangs
in the bleak space.

Night falls to shut windows.
From room to room,
I carry you
to search
the tiny heart
of a hummingbird.

Now you settle here in my poem—
rains fall on you,
wings towards sunlight.
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[[ANNA]]

They say I am more
like Plath than Dickinson.

They say I look more
at you than the fire.

Cold, do you agree?
A lake of silence.

Silver and exact,
a subdued cell—
Plath swallowed within,
her dark robe hangs
in the bleak space.

Night falls to shut windows.
From room to room,
I carry you
to search
the tiny heart
of a hummingbird.

Now you settle here in my poem—
rains fall on you,
wings towards sunlight.
_________________

[星子]

submitted today.
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[[ANNA]]

submitted today.
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[星子]

revised...

They say I look more
at you than the fire.

They say I am more
like Plath than Dickinson.

Cold, do you agree?
A lake of silence.

Silver and exact,
a subdued cell—
Plath swallowed within,
her dark robe hangs
in the bleak space.

Night falls to shut windows.
From room to room,
I carry you
to search
the tiny heart
of a hummingbird.

Now you settle here in my poem—
rains fall over you,
wings towards sunlight.
_________________

[[ANNA]]

revised...

They say I look more
at you than the fire.

They say I am more
like Plath than Dickinson.

Cold, do you agree?
A lake of silence.

Silver and exact,
a subdued cell—
Plath swallowed within,
her dark robe hangs
in the bleak space.

Night falls to shut windows.
From room to room,
I carry you
to search
the tiny heart
of a hummingbird.

Now you settle here in my poem—
rains fall over you,
wings towards sunlight.
_________________

[anna]

This poem is about duality. The duality of the poet, or N. N is both a Plath and a Dickinson. N is a Plath trying to find the tiny heart of a hummingbird--which reminded me of Bukowski's poem about a blue bird. I like that you changed the first 4 lines around in yr revision. Are the rains supposed to be some kind of purifying that washes away the Plath part, assuming yr using Plath here as relates to her suicide and depression?

Billy Joe

the bluebird
by Charles Bukowski
from The Last Night of the Earth Poems

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he’s
in there.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be sad.

then I put him back,
but he’s still singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it’s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep, do
you?
_________________
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Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com

[[星子安娜]]

This poem is about duality. The duality of the poet, or N. N is both a Plath and a Dickinson. N is a Plath trying to find the tiny heart of a hummingbird--which reminded me of Bukowski's poem about a blue bird. I like that you changed the first 4 lines around in yr revision. Are the rains supposed to be some kind of purifying that washes away the Plath part, assuming yr using Plath here as relates to her suicide and depression?

Billy Joe

the bluebird
by Charles Bukowski
from The Last Night of the Earth Poems

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I’m not going
to let anybody see
you.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale
cigarette smoke
and the whores and the bartenders
and the grocery clerks
never know that
he’s
in there.

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too tough for him,
I say,
stay down, do you want to mess
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?
you want to blow my book sales in
Europe?

there’s a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I’m too clever, I only let him out
at night sometimes
when everybody’s asleep.
I say, I know that you’re there,
so don’t be sad.

then I put him back,
but he’s still singing a little
in there, I haven’t quite let him
die
and we sleep together like
that
with our
secret pact
and it’s nice enough to
make a man
weep, but I don’t
weep, do
you?
_________________
---------------------

Anna Yin

《爱的灯塔-星子安娜双语诗选》
<Nightlights> <Seven Nights with the Chinese Zodiac> ...

http://annapoetry.com