Elm by Sylvia Plath
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Yeah, I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great taproot. It is what you fear! I do not fear it. I have been there! Is it to see you hearing me! It's dissatisfactions or the voice of nothing that was your madness! Love is a shadow! How you lie and cry after it! Listen, these are the two of us. It has gone off like a horse all night. I shall gallop thus impetuously, until your head is a stone. Your pillow a little turkey echoing, echoing. Or shall I bring you the sound of poisons! This is rain now! This big hush! And this is the fruit of it! 10! Right like arsenic! I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets scorched to the root by red filaments, burn and stand a hand of wires. Now I break up in pieces that fly about like clubs. A wind of such violence will tolerate no! By standing. I must shriek. The moon also is merciless. She would track me cruelly being barren. Her radiance scathed me. Or perhaps I have caught her! I let her go! I let her go, diminished in flat, as after radical surgery. How your bad dreams possess! And endow me! I am inhabited by a cry nightly. It flaps out looking with its hooks for something to love. I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me all day. I feel. It's soft, feathery turnings, its malignancy clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love! Those pale irretrievable is it for such? I agitate my heart. I am incapable of more knowledge. What is this? This face so murderous in its strangle of branches? It's snaky acids, hiss, it petrified eyes, The will. These are the isolate, slow faults that kill that kill that kill.