I Know
You are to worry now: your opportunities are open
And none of them are as promising as what I
Thought an eagle set free would be
They're more like the scene of a plowing
Of a farm no one owns. They're fragile
But not enough for a feather to shatter.
There's even doubt that no one knows the shit,
As you would put it. Right there, there is
Something wrong about you knocking yourself out.
What is your reason on saying you are worth less?
What is the purpose of invisibly flagellating yourself?
But anyway none of this matters now as you know
I already see everything you've opened-you surprise
None of my vulnerability; I'm sadder than youth.
Have I now caused you to let every beautiful thing
Pass by in your absence solely because you mistake
My soul as a garden's magenta? A specimen
Of specific undetermined endorsement?
A viewer of no one's sea?
And none of them are as promising as what I
Thought an eagle set free would be
They're more like the scene of a plowing
Of a farm no one owns. They're fragile
But not enough for a feather to shatter.
There's even doubt that no one knows the shit,
As you would put it. Right there, there is
Something wrong about you knocking yourself out.
What is your reason on saying you are worth less?
What is the purpose of invisibly flagellating yourself?
But anyway none of this matters now as you know
I already see everything you've opened-you surprise
None of my vulnerability; I'm sadder than youth.
Have I now caused you to let every beautiful thing
Pass by in your absence solely because you mistake
My soul as a garden's magenta? A specimen
Of specific undetermined endorsement?
A viewer of no one's sea?
Labels: Jerome David Salinger, Sylvia Plath
Post a Comment