Peter Bakowski

(15 October 1954 - / Melbourne / Australia)

Sylvia Plath Writing In Her Journal, 23 Fitzroy Road, London, February 1963 - Poem by Peter Bakowski

7 a.m.

Beyond the bedpost

no mirage of glad husband

moving tall towards me with his English offer

of toast and marmalade,

a cup of tea.

He’s with another.



She has mongrel blood,

a Knightsbridge accent,

can turn a man into

a spinning top,

an arsonist in the house of marriage.



One day she’ll become

a book that my husband

has tired of reading.



I’ll go soon, far from

Massachusetts, Devon, London,

the zoo where my selves are caged,

venomous snake,

sacrificial lamb,

sleepless monkey examining its fleas.



Outside snowflakes fall,

drafts of a poem torn to bits.



In the night sky

I see the Zoo-keeper.

From his starlit belt

important keys hang.



He moves towards me,

I towards him.



We’ll embrace

where it’s black.


Comments about Sylvia Plath Writing In Her Journal, 23 Fitzroy Road, London, February 1963 by Peter Bakowski

There is no comment submitted by members..



Read this poem in other languages

This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.

I would like to translate this poem »

word flags

What do you think this poem is about?



Poem Submitted: Friday, May 11, 2012



[Report Error]