Stopped Dead-Sylvia Plath

[00:04.418] A squeal of brakes. [00:06.290] Or is it a birth cry? [00:08.572] And here we are, hung out over the dead drop [00:11.355] Uncle, pants factory Fatso, millionaire. [00:15.535] And you out cold beside me in your chair. [00:19.567] The wheels, two rubber grubs, bite their sweet tails. [00:23.994] Is that Spain down there? [00:26.122] Red and yellow, two passionate hot metals [00:29.344] Writhing and sighing, what sort of a scenery is it? [00:33.573] It isn't England, it isn't France, it isn't Ireland. [00:37.338] It's violent. We're here on a visit, [00:39.929] With a goddam baby screaming off somewhere. [00:43.401] There's always a bloody baby in the air. [00:46.255] I'd call it a sunset, but [00:47.806] Whoever heard a sunset yowl like that? [00:52.169] You are sunk in your seven chins, still as a ham. [00:56.648] Who do you think I am, [00:57.986] Uncle, uncle? [00:59.654] Sad Hamlet, with a knife? [01:02.136] Where do you stash your life? [01:04.551] In your breast, in your vest, [01:06.339] In your haunch, in your paunch. [01:08.426] That snail thrill of breath [01:10.148] That start of heart. [01:13.447] You see I see a sort of a twig [01:15.356] That might just hold me [01:17.036] But not you. [01:18.458] You're too big. [01:20.469] Is it a penny, a pearl— [01:21.998] Your soul, your soul? [01:25.093] I'll carry it off like a rich pretty girl, [01:28.421] Simply open the door and step out of the car [01:31.842] And live in Gibraltar on air, on air.