In this light my blood is black.

Tell me my name.

Dog-head, devourer:
Feed me the berries of dark.
The lids won’t shut. Time
Unwinds from the great umbilicus of the sun
Its endless glitter.

I must swallow it all.

Lady, who are these others in the moon’s vat—
Sleepdrunk, their limbs at odds?
In this light the blood is black.
Tell me my name.

— Maenad, Sylvia Plath

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