The Disquieting Muses (3)

Day now, night now, at head, side, feet,

They stand their vigil in gowns of stone,

Mouthless, eyeless, with stitched bald head.

Faces blank as the day I was born.

Their shadows long in the setting sun

That never brightens or goes down.

And this is the kingdom you bore me to,

Mother, mother. But no frown of mine

Will betray the company I keep.

(Sylvia Plath)

Done