Crossing The River

I have been introduced to two poems by Sylvia Plath in class over these past few weeks and I am beginning to want to read more of Plath's poems after liking the two poems that I have read. This one was the one I liked more out of the two, called, Crossing The River.




Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people.
Where do the black trees go that drink here?
Their shadows must cover Canada.

A little light is filtering from the water flowers.
Their leaves do not wish us to hurry:
They are round and flat and full of dark advice.

Cold worlds shake from the oar.
The spirit of blackness is in us, it is in the fishes.
A snag is lifting a valedictory, pale hand;

Stars open among the lilies.
Are you not blinded by such expressionless sirens?
This is the silence of astounded souls.

As I wait for my time to cross the river with the other black-cut person on the boat with me, I find myself losing a part of who I am suppose to be, each and every day that I let by. It has been two years and I still hold on to hope for something that I doubt will ever happen and this poem played out the dream that I wish could happen to me. I could relate and maybe even go further and put a dream within a dream and that is why I liked this poem.

Cya.

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