An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.
I love Sylvia Plath, and this is my favorite Plath poem. Nine syllables in each line, nine lines--this poem describes exactly how I feel, and look. ("A ponderous house," "a melon strolling on two tendrils," "a cow in calf"--totally me right now!) But this is my last night of riding the train. Tomorrow I unboard.
I can't wait to see baby Levi James!
