“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.”
-Sylvia Plath
This poem by Sylvia Plath is an exemplifying losing control, in her situation of a horse whose name is Ariel. Plath states, “Of the neck I cannot catch,” which is showing of when you feel like life is slipping gradually from your grasp due to a loss of control. For this example life would be Ariel who is slipping out of Plath’s hands as she struggles to regain control.
Secondly, the narrator states, “Dead hands, dead stringencies.” Basically, after she loses control, she begins to fall apart as she realizes that her fate is no longer in her hands.