Sylvia Plath

A Sorcerer Bids Farewell to Seem

I’m through with this grand looking-glass hotel
where adjectives play croquet with flamingo nouns;
methinks I shall absent me for a while
from rhetoric of these rococo queens.
Item: chuck out royal rigmarole of props
and auction off each rare white-rabbit verb;
send my muse Alice packing with gaudy scraps
of mushroom simile and gryphon garb.
 
My native sleight-of-hand is wearing out:
mad hatter’s hat yields no new metaphor,
and jabberwock will not translate his songs:
it’s time to vanish like the cheshire cat
alone to that authentic island where
cabbages are cabbages; kings: kings.
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