Kalaurie Muse | Sylva Plath

Poppies by photographer Irving Penn

Today we remember poet Sylvia Plath.

Poppies in October

Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly –
A gift, a love gift
Utterly unasked for
By a sky
Palely and flamily
Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes
Dulled to a halt under bowlers.
Oh my God, what am I
That these late mouths should cry open
In a forest of frosts, in a dawn of cornflowers.
Sylvia Plath (27 October 1962)
Taken from Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems 1989

Image Credit: Poppies by Irving Penn, via Pinterest