Sylvia Plath - Gulliver lyrics
Over your body the clouds go
High, high and icily
And a little flat, as if they
Having no reflections;
With no strings attached.
All cool, all blue. Unlike you ---
You, there on your back,
Eyes to the sky.
The spider-men have caught you,
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Winding and twining their petty fetters,
Their bribes ---
So many silks.
How they hate you.
They converse in the valley of your fingers, they are inchworms.
They would have you sleep in their cabinets,
This tow and that toe, a relic.
Step off seven leagues, like those distances
That revolve in Crivelli, untouchable.
Let this eye be an eagle,
The shadow of his lip, an abyss.