Advisors
Mohan Bdr. Kayastha
Bishnu Bdr. Singh
Dr. Arun Sayami
Yograj Gautam
BishwoBimohan Shrestha
Radheshyam Lekali
Dr. Hari Prasad
Dr. Badri Pokhrel
WORLD LITERATURE
Sylvia Plath
Metaphors
I'm a riddle in nine syllables.
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new –minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.
Ariel
Stasis in darkness.
Then the substanceless blue
Pour of tor and distances.
God's lioness,
How one we grow,
Pivot of heels and knees! –The furrow
Splits and passes, sister to
The brown arc
Of the neck I cannot catch,
Nigger –eye
Berries cast dark
Hooks –
Black sweet blood mouthfuls,
Shadows.
Something else
Hauls me through air –
Thighs, hair;
Flakes from my heels.
White
Godiva, I unpeel ---
Dead hands, dead stringencies.
And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.
The child's cry
Melts in the wall
And I
Am the arrow,
The dew that flies,
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red
Eye, the cauldron of morning.
