I ride earth's burning carrousel by @crisvan2 (Cristin VanCleave)
More art inspired by the wonderful Sylvia Plath.
On the Plethora of Dryads Hearing a white saint rave About a quintessential beauty Visible only to the paragon heart, I tried my sight on an apple-tree That for eccentric knob and wart Had all my love.
Without meat or drink I sat Starving my fantasty down To discover that metaphysical Tree which hid From my worldling look its brilliant vein Far deeper in gross wood That axe could cut.
But before I might blind sense To see with the spotless soul, Each particular quirk so ravished me Every pock and stain bulked more beautiful Than flesh of any body Flawed by love's prints.
Battle however I would To break through that patchwork Of leaves' bicker and whisk in babel tongues, Streak and mottle of tawn bark, No visionary lightnings Pierced my dense lid.
Instead, a wanton fit Dragged each dazzled sense apart Surfeiting eye, ear, taste, touch, smell; Now, snared by this miraculous art, I ride earth's burning carrousel Day in, day out,
And such grit corrupts my eyes I must watch sluttish dryads twitch Their multifarious silks in the holy grove Until no chaste tree but suffers blotch Under flux of those seductive Reds, greens, blues.
Okay, so I didn't properly catch the image of this poem. So what? Dryads are fun to draw.
Always keep your mind's eye open- you never know what you'll see. ^^
Artwork © Copyright 2002 Cristin VanCleave
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