Lament

The sting of bees took away my father
who walked in a swarming shroud of wings
and scorned the tick of the falling weather.

Lightning licked in a yellow lather
but missed the mark with snaking fangs:
the sting of bees took away my father.

Trouncing the sea like a ragin bather,
he rode the flood in a pride of prongs
and scorned the tick of the falling weather.

A scowl of sun struck down my mother,
tolling her grave with golden gongs,
but the sting of bees took away my father.

He counted the guns of god a bother,
laughed at the ambush of angels' tongues,
and scorned the tick of the falling weather.

O ransack the four winds and find another
man who can mangle the grin of kings:
the sting of bees took away my father
who scorned the tick of the falling weather.

by Sylvia Plath

Comments (15)

It's true in our society that men are sensitive, but women are not counted, but sometime's we misunderstand concept of mankind, what we create is what become's and this is true what u jus wrote.
The poet dares, with verses of ironic style, to say the truth never yet understood.
Good write! Well said. I never have understand the double standard. I like a woman with an independent mind even when it comes to sex!
Thanks for writing something so true but (truthfully) something I've never had to worry about. All men are selfish in this way, but pieces like this might make some of us stop taking for granted the sexual heirachy we THINK we have the right to enjoy and begin to understand (yeh, b****cks) . S x
The flow is mellow and interesting. The comparison well said in a playful style.A very good point Sus! I'm afraid I'm into the conservative-some things are meant for men, some for women. ~_~
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