Stasis in darkness. Then the substanceless blue Pour of tor and distances. God's lioness, How one we grow, Pivot of heels and knees! -- The furrow Splits and passes, sister to The brown arc Of the neck I cannot catch, Nigger-eye Berries cast dark Hooks -- Black sweet blood mouthfuls, Shadows. Something else Hauls methrough air -- Thighs, hair; Flakes from my heels. White Godiva, I unpeel -- Dead hands, dead stringencies. And now I Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas. The child's cry Melts in the wall. And I Am the arrow, The dew that flies Suicidal, at one with the drive Into the red Eye, the cauldron of morning.
Interpretation of Sylvia Plath's "Ariel."
by David Dunson, an undergraduate Electrical Engineering student at The University of Kansas
who wrote this short essay for his International Baccalaureate. He discusses Ariel as a
spiritual journal.
Sylvia Plath's Ariel Poems short paper by Alexis Smirnow