I finally have taken advantage of the library at my school! After 3 years, that is. The two books I have borrowed are: Happy Hooker: A Crocheting Book (from the writers of Stitch N' Bitch) and the Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. I've looked through the Happy Hooker book... but the Sylvia Plath book is the one that I can't seem to put down. I want to share a poem she wrote which makes me sad and leaves me comforted at the same time....
Click-click: tick-tick
Clock snips tie in two
Lap of rain
In the drain pipe
Two o'clock
And never you.
Never you, down the evening,
I cannot
Cry, or even smile
Acidly or bitter-sweetly
For never you and incompletely.
Things surround me;
I could touch
Soap or toothbrush
Desk or chair.
Never mind the three dimensions
All is flat, and you not there.
Letters, paper, stamps
And white. And black.
typewritten-you, and there
It is.
The trickle, liquid trickle
Of rain in drain-ipe
Is voice enough
For me tonight.
And the click-click
Hard quick click-click
Of the clock
Is pain enough,
enough heart-beat
For me tonight.
The narrow cot,
The iron bed
Is space enough
And warmth enough...
Enough, enough.
To bed and sleep
And tearless creep
The formless seconds
Minutes hours
And never you
The raindrops weep
And never you
And tick-tick
tick-tick
pass the hours.
(from pg.26, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath)
