Simile

"Lady Lazarus" Sylvia Plath

I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it--

A sort of walking miracle, my skin Bright as a Nazi lampshade, My right foot

A paperweight, My featureless, fine Jew linen.

Peel off the napkin O my enemy. Do I terrify?--

The nose, the eye pits, the full set of teeth? The sour breath Will vanish in a day.

Soon, soon the flesh The grave cave ate will be At home on me

And I a smiling woman. I am only thirty. And like the cat I have nine times to die.

This is Number Three. What a trash To annihilate each decade.

What a million filaments. The Peanut-crunching crowd Shoves in to see

Them unwrap me hand and foot -- The big strip tease. Gentleman, ladies

These are my hands My knees. I may be skin and bone,

Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman. The first time it happened I was ten. It was an accident.

The second time I meant To last it out and not come back at all. I rocked shut

As a seashell. They had to call and call And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls.

Dying Is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well.

I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call.

It's easy enough to do it in a cell. It's easy enough to do it and stay put. It's the theatrical

Comeback in broad day To the same place, the same face, the same brute Amused shout:

'A miracle!' That knocks me out. There is a charge

For the eyeing my scars, there is a charge For the hearing of my heart--- It really goes.

And there is a charge, a very large charge For a word or a touch Or a bit of blood

Or a piece of my hair on my clothes. So, so, Herr Doktor. So, Herr Enemy.

I am your opus, I am your valuable, The pure gold baby

That melts to a shriek. I turn and burn. Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

Ash, ash--- You poke and stir. Flesh, bone, there is nothing there

A cake of soap, A wedding ring, A gold filling.

Herr God, Herr Lucifer Beware Beware.

Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air.