Mary’s Song
Sylvia Plath * Track #21 On Ariel
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- #21Mary’s Song
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Mary's Song by Sylvia Plath
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Sylvia Plath takes an ordinary task, cooking Sunday lunch, and finds symbolism and meaning beyond the domestic. She draws significance from the heat of a roast joint, applying it to Christianity, persecution of heretics and the Holocaust. A core idea is the contrast between a masculine deity that de...
Mary’s Song Annotated
The Sunday lamb cracks in its fat.
The fat
Sacrifices its opacity....
A window, holy gold.
The fire makes it precious,
The same fire
Melting the tallow heretics,
Ousting the Jews.
Their thick palls float
Over the cicatrix of Poland, burnt-out
Germany.
They do not die.
Grey birds obsess my heart,
Mouth-ash, ash of eye.
They settle. On the high
Precipice
That emptied one man into space
The ovens glowed like heavens, incandescent.
It is a heart,
This holocaust I walk in,
O golden child the world will kill and eat.