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Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath

I have done it again.

One year in every ten

I manage it——-

A sort of walking miracle, my skin

Bright as a Nazi lampshade

My right foot

A paperweight

My featureless, fine

Jew linen.

Peel off the napkin

O my enemy

Do I terrify?———-

Yes, yes Herr Professor it is I

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth?

The sour breath

Will vanish in a day

Soon, soon the flesh

The grave cave ate will be

At home on me

And I a smiling woman

I am only thirty.

And like the cat I have nine times to die.

This is Number Three

What a trash

To annihilate each decade

What a million filaments.

The peanut-crunching crowd

Shoves in to see

Them unwrap me hand and foot———

The big strip tease.

Gentleman, ladies

These are my hands

My knees.

I may be skin and bone,

I may be japanese,

Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman

The first time it happened I was ten.

It was an accident.

The second time I meant

To last it out and not come back at all

I rocked shut

As a seashell.

They had to call and call

And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls

Dying

Is an art, like everything else.

I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell.

I do it so it feels real.

I guess you could say I’ve a call

It’s easy enough to do it in a cell.

It’s easy enough to do it and stay put.

It’s theatrical

Comeback in broad day

To the same place, the same face, the same brute

Amused shout:

‘A miracle!’

That knocks me out

There is a charge

For the eyeing my scars, there is a charge

For the hearing of my heart—-

It really goes.

And there is a charge, a very large charge

For a word or a touch

Or a bit of blood

Or a piece of my hair on my clothes.

So, so, Herr Doktor.

So, Herr Enemy.

I am your opus,

I am your valuable,

The pure gold baby

That melts to a shriek.

I turn and burn.

Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

Ash, ash—-

You spoke and stir.

Flesh, bone, there is nothing there——

A cake of soap,

A wedding ring,

A gold filling.

Herr God, Herr Lucifer

Beware

Beware.

Out of the ash

I rise with my red hair

And I eat men like air.

one of my favorites. I love being able to find her audio recordings of her poems.