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.......This is a blog where my other self exists in any number of the dimensions of Time and Space........... .

Wednesday, 27 January 2010

Plath ..1991

1991 Teacher Education Sydney Uni and that most gifted of educating educators Rod Leonarder demonstrated an approach to teaching poetry ,,an approach I readily made my own..I used this poem regularly for years


Clownlike, happiest on your hands,
Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled,
Gilled like a fish. A common-sense
Thumbs-down on the dodo's mode.
Wrapped up in yourself like a spool,
Trawling your dark as owls do.
Mute as a turnip from the Fourth
Of July to All Fool's Day,
O high-riser, my little loaf.

Vague as fog and looked for like mail.
Farther off than Australia.
Bent-backed Atlas, our travelled prawn.
Snug as a bud and at home
Like a sprat in a pickle jug.
A creel of eels, all ripples.
Jumpy as a Mexican bean.
Right, like a well-done sum.
A clean slate, with your own face on.

Sylvia Plath

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