A Secret-Sylvia Plath

[00:04.138] A secret! A secret! [00:06.240] How superior. [00:08.069] You are blue and huge, a traffic policeman, [00:11.326] Holding up one palm— [00:14.324] A difference between us? [00:16.309] I have one eye, you have two. [00:19.744] The secret is stamped on you, [00:21.857] Faint, undulant watermark. [00:25.120] Will it show in the black detector? [00:27.278] Will it come out [00:28.713] Wavery, indelible, true [00:31.777] Through the African giraffe in its Edeny greenery, [00:35.488] The Moroccan hippopotamus? [00:37.977] They stare from a square, stiff frill. [00:41.227] They are for export, [00:42.748] One a fool, the other a fool. [00:46.172] A secret ... An extra amber [00:48.462] Brandy finger [00:49.700] Roosting and cooing ‘You, you’ [00:52.672] Behind two eyes in which nothing is reflected but monkeys. [00:57.023] A knife that can be taken out [00:58.644] To pare nails, [00:59.897] To lever the dirt. [01:01.461] ‘It won't hurt.’ [01:03.434] An illegitimate baby— [01:04.994] That big blue head— [01:06.858] How it breathes in the bureau drawer! [01:09.508] ‘Is that lingerie, pet? [01:11.085] ‘It smells of salt cod, you had better [01:13.330] Stab a few cloves in an apple, [01:15.480] Make a sachet or [01:17.122] Do away with the bastard. [01:18.594] ‘Do away with it altogether.’ [01:20.489] ‘No, no, it is happy there.’ [01:23.436] ‘But it wants to get out! [01:24.496] Look, look! It is wanting to crawl.’ [01:26.765] My god, there goes the stopper! [01:28.909] The cars in the Place de la Concorde— [01:31.177] Watch out! [01:32.703] A stampede, a stampede! [01:35.219] Horns twirling and jungle gutturals! [01:38.311] An exploded bottle of stout, [01:40.582] Slack foam in the lap. [01:42.921] You stumble out, [01:44.229] Dwarf baby, [01:45.483] The knife in your back. [01:47.662] ‘I feel weak.’ [01:49.481] The secret is out.