Sylvia Plath reads The Disquieting Muses
Sylvia Plath reads The Disquieting I ve also included an introduction Plath gave of the poem. The image is of Plath with her mother and brother. Mother, mother, what illbred aunt Or what disfigured and unsightly Cousin did you so unwisely keep Unasked to my christening, that she Sent these ladies in her stead With heads like darningeggs to nod And nod and nod at foot and head And at the left side of my crib Mother, who made to order stories Of Mixie Blackshort the heroic bear, Mother, whose witches always, always, Got baked into gingerbread, I wonder Whether you saw them, whether you said Words to rid me of those three ladies Nodding by night around my bed, Mouthless, eyeless, with stitched bald head. In the hurricane, when father s twelve Study windows bellied in Like bubbles about to break, you fed My brother and me cookies and Ovaltine And helped the two of us to choir: Thor is angry: boom boom boom Thor is angry: we don t care But those ladies broke the panes. W
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