Sylvia Page #2

And never from this palace

of dim night depart again.

Here here will I remain

"With worms that are

thy chambermaids."

Oh, you.

"The doors of breath

seal with a righteous kiss"

A dateless bargain

to engrossing death

"Here's to my love."

"Thus with a kiss.

I die."

How did you get the scar?

I tried to kill myself

three years ago.

I broke into the box where my

mother kept the sleeping pills.

Went down to the basement into the

crawl space underneath the house.

And I took them

and I went to sleep.

Did you ever have something

that you wanted to erase?

No.

And?

And I took too many

of the damn things

and I puked them up.

And three days later,

my mother and brother

found me and pulled me out.

What about the scar?

I ripped my cheek

on the concrete

when they pulled me out.

- A memento mori.

- Hmm.

Yes.

Because I was dead

only I rose up again.

Like Lazarus.

Lady Lazarus.

That's me.

You wouldn't do that

if you knew.

What?

What was down there.

Jesus Christ! What the?!

Look.

Very intelligent, cows.

Did you know that?

Really?

Not a lot of people

give them credit.

What do you think they'd

prefer, Milton or Chaucer?

Chaucer, obviously.

Ladies, I give you

"The Wife of Bath."

"Experience,

though noon auctoritee"

Were in this world,

is right ynogh for me To speke

of wo that is in marriage.

For, lordynges, sith I twelve

yeer was of age,

"Thonked be God

that were eterne on lyve"

Beautiful.

"Housbondes at chirche dore,

I have had fyve"

"23rd of August, 1956."

We thank you for the manuscripts

you submitted recently,

but cannot use this at present.

It is herewith returned

with our compliments.

Yours faithfully"

blah, blah, blah.

How many today?

Two, and they went

straight back out.

And I typed up four more

copies of your manuscripts,

so now there's seven

in circulation.

Sylvia?

Come on.

Wake up.

Mmm, what time is it?

Doesn't matter about the bloody time,

look at this. Look, look, look.

"Our congratulations

that 'Hawk in the Rain'

judged winning volume,

Poetry Center first prize"

- You won! You won!

- I f***ing won.

I didn't even know I'd entered.

You know what this means,

don't you?

You're going to be

a published poet.

And?

We're going to America.

And?

Those whom God

hath joined together,

let no man put asunder.

It's so beautiful.

Oh, no, Daniel,

don't not there, dear.

Put it over there.

That looks much better, yes.

Great.

I'd like to tie this

back if I could.

Mommy!

Oh, darling!

Welcome home, my darling.

Oh, God.

Oh, you look beautiful.

Oh, my sweet.

So this is the uebermensch.

Pleased to meet you,

Mrs. Plath.

Sylvia's told me

a lot about you.

Let's hope for both of our

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