“Ennui” by Sylvia Plath
Tea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe,
designing futures where nothing will occur:
cross the gypsy’s palm and yawning she
will still predict no perils left to conquer.
Jeopardy is jejune now: naïve knight
finds ogres out-of-date and dragons unheard
of, while blasé princesses indict
tilts at terror as downright absurd.
The beast in Jamesian grove will never jump,
compelling hero’s dull career to crisis;
and when insouciant angels play God’s trump,
while bored arena crowds for once look eager,
hoping toward havoc, neither pleas nor prizes
shall coax from doom’s blank door lady or tiger.
stumbled upon this as i am about to publish a piece bearing the same title.
http://www.blackbird.vcu.edu/v5n2/poetry/plath_s/typescript-final.htm
Comment by MattWriks — 10 February 2009 @ 11:37 am
i am no plath.
Comment by MattWriks — 10 February 2009 @ 11:38 am
Yeah, read that one a couple of times through, then it all made sense when I looked back at the title. I resisted the urge to jump for the dictionary to look up “jejune”. I just didn’t feel like it.
Comment by Sunsun — 14 February 2009 @ 6:25 am
Don’t worry Matt, you’re on your own plath.
Comment by Sunsun — 14 February 2009 @ 6:31 am