The Surgeon at 2 am | Sylvia Plath | Reading – Video

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The Surgeon at 2 am | Sylvia Plath | Reading
The Surgeon at 2 AM Poem | Sylvia Plath Reading | Ygor Raduy Soundtrack | WA Mozart The white light is artificial, and hygienic (riginic)as heaven. The microbes (mi) cannot survive it. They are departing in their transparent garments, turned aside From the scalpels and the rubber hands. The scalded sheet is a snowfield, frozen and peaceful. The body under it is in my hands. As usual there is no face. A lump of Chinese white With seven holes thumbed in. The soul is another light. I have not seen it; it does not fly up. Tonight it has receded like a ship #39;s light. It is a garden I have to do with --- tubers and fruit Oozing their jammy substances, A mat of roots. My assistants hook them back. Stenches and colors assail me. This is the lung-tree. These orchids are splendid. They spot and coil like snakes. The heart is a red bell-bloom, in distress. I am so small In comparison to these organs! I worm and hack in a purple wilderness. The blood is a sunset. I admire it. I am up to my elbows in it, red and squeaking. Still it seeps me up, it is not exhausted. So magical! A hot spring I must seal off and let fill The intricate, blue piping under this pale marble. How I admire the Romans --- Aqeducts, the Baths of Caracella, the eagle nose! The body is a Roman thing. It has shut its mouth on the stone pill of repose. It is a statue the orderlies are wheeling off. I have perfected it. I am left with and arm or a leg, A set of teeth, or stones To rattle in a bottle and take home ...From:Ygor RaduyViews:0 0ratingsTime:05:36More inPets Animals

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