Small Hours by Sylvia Plath
Small Hours by Sylvia Plath

Small Hours

Sylvia Plath * Track #22 On Crossing the Water

Small Hours Annotated

Empty, I echo to the least footfall,
Museum without statues, grand with pillars, porticoes, rotundas,
In my courtyard a fountain leaps and sinks back into itself,
Nun-hearted and blind to the world. Marble lilies
Exhale their pallor like scent.

I imagine myself with a great public,
Mother of a white Nike and several bald-eyed Apollos.
Instead, the dead injure me with attentions, and nothing can happen.
The moon lays a hand on my forehead,
Blank-faced and mum as a nurse.

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