Monologue At 3 Am

Better that every fiber crack
and fury make head,
blood drenching vivid
couch, carpet, floor
and the snake-figured almanac
vouching you are
a million green counties from here,

than to sit mute, twitching so
under prickling stars,
with stare, with curse
blackening the time
goodbyes were said, trains let go,
and I, great magnanimous fool, thus wrenched from
my one kingdom.


Submitted by Venus

by Sylvia Plath

Comments (2)

It means this: Sylvia knew that her madness and vision came with a price. The curse was knowing she would not be long for this world. So rather than sit around twiddling her thumbs and wait for death to come, she was going to expel some of that damned, enlightening energy before it happened.
Can someone please tell me what this poem means? ?