Sunday, May 01, 2016

Poem for Sunday, Deadpool, DC Tulips

Tulips
By Sylvia Plath

The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.  
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.  
I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.  
I have given my name and my day-clothes up to the nurses  
And my history to the anesthetist and my body to surgeons.

They have propped my head between the pillow and the sheet-cuff  
Like an eye between two white lids that will not shut.
Stupid pupil, it has to take everything in.
The nurses pass and pass, they are no trouble,
They pass the way gulls pass inland in their white caps,
Doing things with their hands, one just the same as another,  
So it is impossible to tell how many there are.

My body is a pebble to them, they tend it as water
Tends to the pebbles it must run over, smoothing them gently.
They bring me numbness in their bright needles, they bring me sleep.  
Now I have lost myself I am sick of baggage——
My patent leather overnight case like a black pillbox,  
My husband and child smiling out of the family photo;  
Their smiles catch onto my skin, little smiling hooks.

I have let things slip, a thirty-year-old cargo boat  
stubbornly hanging on to my name and address.
They have swabbed me clear of my loving associations.  
Scared and bare on the green plastic-pillowed trolley  
I watched my teaset, my bureaus of linen, my books  
Sink out of sight, and the water went over my head.  
I am a nun now, I have never been so pure.

I didn’t want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free——
The peacefulness is so big it dazes you,
And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets.
It is what the dead close on, finally; I imagine them  
Shutting their mouths on it, like a Communion tablet.  

The tulips are too red in the first place, they hurt me.
Even through the gift paper I could hear them breathe  
Lightly, through their white swaddlings, like an awful baby.  
Their redness talks to my wound, it corresponds.
They are subtle : they seem to float, though they weigh me down,  
Upsetting me with their sudden tongues and their color,  
A dozen red lead sinkers round my neck.

Nobody watched me before, now I am watched.  
The tulips turn to me, and the window behind me
Where once a day the light slowly widens and slowly thins,  
And I see myself, flat, ridiculous, a cut-paper shadow  
Between the eye of the sun and the eyes of the tulips,  
And I have no face, I have wanted to efface myself.  
The vivid tulips eat my oxygen.

Before they came the air was calm enough,
Coming and going, breath by breath, without any fuss.  
Then the tulips filled it up like a loud noise.
Now the air snags and eddies round them the way a river  
Snags and eddies round a sunken rust-red engine.  
They concentrate my attention, that was happy  
Playing and resting without committing itself.

The walls, also, seem to be warming themselves.
The tulips should be behind bars like dangerous animals;  
They are opening like the mouth of some great African cat,  
And I am aware of my heart: it opens and closes
Its bowl of red blooms out of sheer love of me.
The water I taste is warm and salt, like the sea,
And comes from a country far away as health.

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We spent the better part of Saturday in York with Adam visiting Paul's parents and Skyping with many relatives (David and Jon, Noelle and Maddy, Daniel, Noah, Lukas, Jamie, Rafael, Maria). We had brought lunch up with us and ate in Clair's room while waiting for Cinda and looking at photos from L.A. It was a bit chilly for walking around outside, but we walked around in the rehab facility. He may be coming home as early as next week if the doctors approve and the house can be fixed up for him!

We took Adam to IHOP for dinner in College Park (chocolate chip pancakes!) before taking him back to his dorm. The University of Maryland was celebrating Maryland Day, but most of the events were being cleaned up by the time we got back to campus. When we got home to feed our ravenous cats, we decided to watch Deadpool now that it's On Demand -- it's still a total fun delight! Here are some of the tulips in the Flower Library near the Tidal Basin during cherry blossom week:
















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