Ariel

Sylvia Plath


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