Jilted – Sylvia Plath

 

Poem: “Jilted”
Poet: Sylvia Plath

My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,
My tears like vinegar,
Or the bitter blinking yellow
Of an acetic star.

Tonight the caustic wind, love,
Gossips late and soon,
And I wear the wry-faced pucker of
The sour lemon moon.

While like an early summer plum,
Puny, green, and tart,
Droops upon its wizened stem
My lean, unripened heart.

Why this poem (in one line): Considering the plums from William Carlos Williams were still on my mind and I remembered this poem with the puny, green, and tart (tarty) ones so different from the sweet and cold, also notice how the gossip and wind are beautifully connected.

An article on Plath: click here
I got the poem from: here

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3 thoughts on “Jilted – Sylvia Plath

  1. Hey I was just wondering about where the picture of the “lemon moon” was from? I have to reference it for an assignment and just wondered who the artist/source was?

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    1. Jodie, hi. This was a long time back and as far as I remember I had transported my old Tumblr into a folder that had this picture, so to cut a long story short – I don’t know. I’m sorry!

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