Nick and the Candlestick-Sylvia Plath

[00:00:09]Nick and the Candlestick [00:03:16]I am a miner. The light burns blue. [00:07:08]Waxy stalactites [00:08:24]Drip and thicken, tears [00:11:07]The earthen womb [00:13:09]Exudes from its dead boredom. [00:15:04]Black bat airs [00:16:15]Wrap me, raggy shawls, [00:18:20]Cold homicides. [00:21:00]They weld to me like plums. [00:23:18]Old cave of calcium [00:25:13]Icicles, old echoer. [00:27:22]Even the newts are white, [00:29:14]Those holy Joes. [00:31:15]And the fish, the fish— [00:34:04]Christ! they are panes of ice, [00:36:19]A piranha [00:37:07]A vice of knives, [00:38:02]Religion, drinking [00:39:15]Its first communion out of my live toes. [00:44:15]The candle [00:45:08]Gulps and recovers its small altitude, [00:47:20]Its yellows hearten. [00:50:18]O love, how did you get here? [00:53:14]O embryo [00:55:02]Remembering, even in sleep, [00:58:04]Your crossed position. [00:59:17]The blood blooms clean [01:01:17]In you, ruby. [01:03:08]The pain [01:04:00]You wake to is not yours. [01:06:20]Love, love, [01:08:03]I have hung our cave with roses, [01:10:01]With soft rugs— [01:12:01]The last of Victoriana. [01:15:01]Let the stars [01:16:06]Plummet to their dark address, [01:18:19]Let the mercuric [01:19:24]Atoms that cripple drip [01:21:24]Into the terrible well, [01:24:13]You are the one [01:25:08]Solid the spaces lean on, envious. [01:29:16]You are the baby in the barn.