Sylvia Plath reading 'Cut'

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  • Опубліковано 28 вер 2024
  • [Cut,] What a thrill -
    My thumb instead of an onion.
    The top quite gone
    Except for a sort of hinge
    Of skin,
    A flap like a hat,
    Dead white.
    Then that red plush.
    Little pilgrim,
    The Indian's axed your scalp.
    Your turkey wattle
    Carpet rolls
    Straight from the heart.
    I step on it,
    Clutching my bottle
    Of pink fizz.
    A celebration, this is.
    Out of a gap
    A million soldiers run,
    Redcoats, every one.
    Whose side are they on?
    O my
    Homunculus, I am ill.
    I have taken a pill to kill
    The thin
    Papery feeling.
    Saboteur,
    Kamikaze man -
    The stain on your
    Gauze Ku Klux Klan
    Babushka
    Darkens and tarnishes and when
    The balled
    Pulp of your heart
    Confronts its small
    Mill of silence
    How you jump -
    Trepanned veteran,
    Dirty girl,
    Thumb stump.

КОМЕНТАРІ • 27

  • @steampoweredpixel
    @steampoweredpixel 5 років тому +71

    The way she describes getting cut in the poem makes her readers almost FEEL IT themselves. 😱

  • @aemilianalorionis
    @aemilianalorionis 5 років тому +41

    This is the first Plath poem I ever read; I adore it so much, her use of the metaphor is utterly masterful.

  • @jamiedaly5777
    @jamiedaly5777 5 років тому +19

    This one's my fave I think!

  • @GS-cg3yn
    @GS-cg3yn 3 роки тому +23

    As much as I want to understand poetry, I do not. A failing of my own.

  • @daniel-ok7xy
    @daniel-ok7xy Рік тому +7

    this is NOT drake 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

  • @fleshedexperience
    @fleshedexperience Рік тому

    Thrilling indeed.

  • @bigmanisbacc4033
    @bigmanisbacc4033 Рік тому +4

    Bro this ain't 21 savage ☠

  • @robertbrookes2000
    @robertbrookes2000 7 років тому +6

    First!!!!!!

  • @Torarozario
    @Torarozario 5 років тому +28

    What a thrill -
    My thumb instead of an onion.
    The top quite gone
    Except for a sort of hinge
    Of skin,
    A flap like a hat,
    Dead white.
    Then that red plush.
    Little pilgrim,
    The Indian's axed your scalp.
    Your turkey wattle
    Carpet rolls
    Straight from the heart.
    I step on it,
    Clutching my bottle
    Of pink fizz. A celebration, this is.
    Out of a gap
    A million soldiers run,
    Redcoats, every one.
    Whose side are they on?
    O my
    Homunculus, I am ill.
    I have taken a pill to kill
    The thin
    Papery feeling.
    Saboteur,
    Kamikaze man -
    The stain on your
    Gauze Ku Klux Klan
    Babushka
    Darkens and tarnishes and when
    The balled
    Pulp of your heart
    Confronts its small
    Mill of silence
    How you jump -
    Trepanned veteran,
    Dirty girl,
    Thumb stump.

    • @daniel-ok7xy
      @daniel-ok7xy Рік тому

      u are NOT the baby 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

  • @ezratlas
    @ezratlas 6 років тому +19

    christ i love her

  • @loopyboy1989
    @loopyboy1989 3 роки тому +5

    Only out-siders have been there,

  • @themarkofglass
    @themarkofglass 4 роки тому +15

    Ow how I adore her.

  • @jenniferjryu971
    @jenniferjryu971 Рік тому +1

    아니 어케 손가락 베인 걸로 일케 쓰지

  • @sherrylennondewitt4102
    @sherrylennondewitt4102 4 роки тому +4

    💜💜💜

    • @daniel-ok7xy
      @daniel-ok7xy Рік тому

      😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭