by Sylvia Plath I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful, The eye of a little god, four-cornered. Most of the time I meditate on the opposite wall. It is pink, with speckles.
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Faun by Sylvia Plath Haunched like a faun, he hooed From grove of moon-glint and fen-frost Until all owls in the twigged forest Flapped black to look and brood On the call this man made. No sound but a drunken coot Lurching home along river bank. Stars hung water-sunk, so a rank Of double star-eyes
Cover art: William Adolphe Bouguereau (1825-1905) The Youth of Bacchus (1884) On Maenads The Maenads were the female followers of Dionysus in Greek Mythology. The word Maenads in Greek means “raving ones”. In Roman Mythology they were called the Bacchae as followers of Bacchus, Dionysius’ Roman counterpart. Maenads were known for their intoxicated frenzy and erratic and violent behaviours while