Today I read to the girls from Sylvia Plath's Ariel. You might say, isn't that a little heavy for an almost two-year-old and almost four-year-old, even for little New Yorkers? And generally, yes I think it is. But Molly loves her stuffed animal horse, named Ariel, so it seemed an obvious choice. Even more so when I looked-up a little background about the poem, and it turns out Plath herself had a real-live horse also named Ariel. Talk about coincidences!
The anthology's cover is a nice glossy white with A R I E L written in a clear black block print, so Molly enjoyed this poem from the very first moment the book was presented. For those of you interested in a developing a poetry curiculum for your preschoolers as well, here's Ariel:
Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.
God's lioness,
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees! -- The furrow
Splits and passes, sister to
The brown arc
Of the neck I cannot catch,
Nigger-eye
Berries cast dark
Hooks --
Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something else
Hauls methrough air --
Thighs, hair;
Flakes from my heels
WhiteGodiva, I unpeel --
Dead hands, dead stringencies.
And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.
The child's cry
Melts in the wall.And I
Am the arrow,
The dew that flies
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red
Eye, the cauldron of morning.
Thursday, August 30, 2007
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