This is one of my favorite poems. It reminds me of the power of life. And I just really like mushrooms, especially to paint. I painted the one above.
Mushrooms
Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly
Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.
Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.
Soft fists insist on
Heaving the needles,
The leafy bedding,
Even the paving.
Our hammers, our rams,
Earless and eyeless,
Perfectly voiceless,
Widen the crannies,
Shoulder through holes. We
Diet on water,
On crumbs of shadow,
Bland-mannered, asking
Little or nothing.
So many of us!
So many of us!
We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,
Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:
We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot's in the door.
Sylvia Plath
4 comments:
Sylvia Plath is in my top ten (OK, maybe even top five) favorite poets. Love it.
Your painting is beautiful!
your mushrooms always look great. when you get your website up you have a link that is just for mushrooms.
i remember reading this poem in my literature class and having to try to guess what was being described without knowing the title first. that makes the poem even more fun for me... makes many of plath's peoms even more enjoyable (and often more poignant).
i love the painting too!
I love your painting Katy. Will you remember me when you become famous?
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