This is my Lorelei

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“Stone, stone, ferry me down there”

I feel totally worn out after been spending the whole weekend doing homework for Swedish class. I’ve been writing about Sylvia Plath and I also did an analysis of her poem called “Lorelei”.

I’m not sure why I chosed this poem, but it was something with the way she turn death to something beautiful, and the human world to something based on lies. Memorable words for sure.  

This is my Lorelei.

It is no night to drown in:

A full moon, river lapsing

Black beneath bland mirror-sheen,

 

The blue water-mists dropping

Scrim after scrim like fishnets

Though fishermen are sleeping,

 

The massive castle turrets

Doubling themselves in a glass

All stillness. Yet these shapes float

 

Up toward me, troubling the face

Of quiet. From the nadir

They rise, their limbs ponderous

 

With richness, hair heavier

Than sculptured marble. They sing

Of a world more full and clear

 

Than can be. Sisters, your song

Bears a burden too weighty

For the whorled ear’s listening

 

Here, in a well-steered country,

Under a balanced ruler.

Deranging by harmony

 

Beyond the mundane order,

Your voices lay siege. You lodge

On the pitched reefs of nightmare,

 

Promising sure harborage;

By day, descant from borders

Of hebetude, from the ledge

 

Also of high windows. Worse

Even than your maddening

Song, your silence. At the source

 

Of your ice-hearted calling —

Drunkenness of the great depths.

O river, I see drifting

 

Deep in your flux of silver

Those great goddesses of peace.

Stone, stone, ferry me down there.

– Sylvia Plath

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