Sylvia Plath - Mushrooms

Sylvia Plath - Mushrooms

Overnight, very br Whitely, discreetly, br Very quietly br br Our toes, our noses br Take hold on the loam, br Acquire the air. br br Nobody sees us, br Stops us, betrays us; br The small grains make room. br br Soft fists insist on br Heaving the needles, br The leafy bedding, br br Even the paving. br Our hammers, our rams, br Earless and eyeless, br br Perfectly voiceless, br Widen the crannies, br Shoulder through holes. We br br Diet on water, br On crumbs of shadow, br Bland-mannered, asking br br Little or nothing. br So many of us! br So many of us! br br We are shelves, we are br Tables, we are meek, br We are edible, br br Nudgers and shovers br In spite of ourselves. br Our kind multiplies: br br We shall by morning br Inherit the earth. br Our foot's in the door.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

Duration: 01:20