monday verse: blackberrying


Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries,
Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly,
A blackberry alley, going down in hooks, and a sea
Somewhere at the end of it, heaving. Blackberries
Big as the ball of my thumb, and dumb as eyes
Ebon in the hedges, fat
With blue-red juices. These they squander on my fingers.
I had not asked for such a blood sisterhood; they must love me.
They accommodate themselves to my milkbottle, flattening their sides.

from Blackberrying by Sylvia Plath

So here it is, my favourite blackberry poem. Sylvia Plath really does know how to take something seemingly innocuous, and make it sound very sinister and disturbing. In a good way, obviously.

2 thoughts on “monday verse: blackberrying

  1. She certainly does (Sylvia Plath that is) … the darkness lurking in her psyche permeates her poetry and for me it is addictive! Only just saw this as we have been without LiveBox for a day and a half and it was such a pleasure to read!

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