Their breath was clean, or harsh and sour
according to her moods:
and when they sensed a coming storm
they crept into corners.
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Me, too. I keep coming back to re-read it. There is something very ethereal about this poem.
I love this poem! It is so different. I never would have thought of such an idea... I'm jealous.
I like 'purred nervously' - yep, conveys her instability. Methinks another ten.
This tugs at my heartstrings. When you lose someone, you often forget the cats in the corner who suffer a loss. This is really a good poem. I am not crazy about the line comparing Plath to Alaska...not thinking it falls into the whole metaphor, but the sadness and irony of only the cats knowing her seismic energy is masterful. Thanks. Raynette