Conversations with PlathA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoConversations with Plath Sylvia and I talked in my sleep she encouraged me to not be so hard on Ted, she posed that he just didn't understand his effect on women, and his thoughtlessness was unintended he had no idea, except with poetry brilliant she told me, brilliant she loved his work far beyond loving him "do not be so hard on the b*****d," she reproached the man was genius, absolute genius she said she kissed the ground he walked on until he betrayed her then, she wanted to put him in the ground but not his poetry... she wanted to live with that till death do them
part she added to the sign on her cottage that said "Yeats lived here" under that she wrote "Hughes did not" she cried for her babies she cried for her suicides she wept for her failed marriage she exploded on the page her pinnacle just as the end rolled downhill toward her gaining momentum she told me not to be so hard on Ted she handed me his book "Birthday
Letters" and said, "Don't you see how he loved
me?" I blinked away tears I handed her some wet towels she took me under her wing we wrote poetry and then died that day. I am still hard on Ted. erin-cilberto 9/3/22 © 2022 jacob erin-cilbertoReviews
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13 Reviews Added on September 4, 2022 Last Updated on September 4, 2022 Authorjacob erin-cilbertoCarbondale, ILAboutOriginally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more.. |

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