Morning Song- Sylvia Plath

• Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
• Bald cry
• Your cry takes its place among the elements
• Your nakedness shadows your safety
• New statue. In a drafty museum, your nakedness.
• All night your moth-breath. Flickers among the flat pink roses
• A far sea moves in my ear
• Stand around blankly as walls
• I am no more your mother than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow effacement at the wind's hands