Conversation Amongst The Ruins – Sylvia Plath.

Dairy House Farm. Horton.
Dairy House Farm. Horton.

Conversation Amongst The Ruins.


Through portico of my elegant house you stalk

With your wild furies, disturbing garlands of fruit

And the fabulous lutes and peacocks, rending the net

Of all decorum that holds the whirlwind back.

Now, rich order of walls is fallen; rooks croak

Above the appalling ruin; in bleak light

Of your stormy eye, magic taks flight

Like a daunted witch, quitting castle when real days break.


Fractured pillars frame prospects of rock;

While you stand heroic in coat and tie, I sit

Composed in grecian tunic and psyche knot,

Rooted to your black look, the play turned tragic:

With such blight wrought on our bankrupt estate,

What ceremony of words can patch the havoc?


– Sylvia Plath 1956.





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