Selected Poems Of Sylvia Plath (2011) - Plot & Excerpts
The sun flamed straight down that noon on the water off Marblehead. That summer we wore black glasses to hide our eyes. We were always crying, in our spare rooms, little put-upon sisters, In the two huge, white, handsome houses in Swampscott. When the sweetheart from England appeared, with her cream skin and Yardley cosmetics, I had to sleep in the same room with the baby on a too-short cot, And the seven-year-old wouldn’t go out unless his jersey stripes Matched the stripes of his socks. O it was richness! – eleven rooms and a yacht With a polished mahogany stair to let into the water And a cabin boy who could decorate cakes in six-colored frosting. But I didn’t know how to cook, and babies depressed me. Nights, I wrote in my diary spitefully, my fingers red With triangular scorch marks from ironing tiny ruchings and puffed sleeves. When the sporty wife and her doctor husband went on one of their cruises They left me a borrowed maid named Ellen, ‘for protection’, And a small Dalmatian.
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