ArielBy Sylvia Plath in her own voiceStasis in darkness.Then the substanceless bluePour of tor and distances.God’s lioness,How one we grow,Pivot of heels and knees!—The furrowSplits and passes, sister toThe brown arcOf the neck I cannot catch,Nigger-eyeBerries cast darkHooks—Black sweet blood mouthfuls,Shadows.Something elseHauls me through air—Thighs, hair;Flakes from my heels.WhiteGodiva, I unpeel—Dead hands, dead stringencies.And now