Late Sunday Plath

The Moon and the Yew Tree

This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
The grasses unload their griefs on my feet as if I were God
Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility
Fumy, spiritous mists inhabit this place.
Separated from my house by a row of headstones.
I simply cannot see where there is to get to.

The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.
Twice on Sunday, the bells startle the sky --
Eight great tongues affirming the Resurrection
At the end, they soberly bong out their names.

The yew tree points up, it has a Gothic shape.
The eyes lift after it and find the moon.
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
How I would like to believe in tenderness -
The face of the effigy, gentled by candles,
Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes.

I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering
Blue and mystical over the face of the stars
Inside the church, the saints will all be blue,
Floating on their delicate feet over the cold pews,
Their hands and faces stiff with holiness.
The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild.
And the message of the yew tree is blackness - blackness and silence.

Sylvia Plath
22 October 1961



That's the yew tree in the poem. Plath could see it from her window. In his note for this in "The Collected Poems" Ted hughes indicates that Plath wrote this ay his suggestion as "an exercise."


It hardly seems that way to me. The switch had been thrown. It's been said that Hughes himself was greatly disappointed by the direction taken in the poem. It may just be that he was startled, or perhaps a bit shocked, by the intensity of this emergence of Plath's Ariel voice, as is clearly the case with this poem.

Soon after writing this, ironically Plath was awarded a large sum of cash to allow her to work on a novel. She'd already Finished "The Bell Jar." So it was free money. Nick would be born three months later.