Meryl Streep reads “Morning Song” by Sylvia Plath

“In February of 1961, shortly after giving birth to her daughter, Frieda, Sylvia Plath (October 27, 1932–February 11, 1963) penned one of her most unusual poems.” Quote from Brain Pickings. Read the complete article here.



Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
Took its place among the elements.

Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
In a drafty museum, your nakedness
Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.

I’m no more your mother
Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind’s hand.

All night your moth-breath
Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
A far sea moves in my ear.

One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
In my Victorian nightgown.
Your mouth opens clean as a cat’s. The window square

Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
Your handful of notes;
The clear vowels rise like balloons.

3 thoughts on “Meryl Streep reads “Morning Song” by Sylvia Plath

  1. Nikki Wordsmith October 27, 2020 / 9:01 am

    Awww just stumbled on this as having a Sylvia day seeing as it’s her birthday. Lovely to hear Meryl saying her words. I love how she says ‘balloons’ at the end 🙂

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