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The Arrival of Bee

Box
by
Sylvia Plath
• I ordered this, clean wood box
• Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift.
• I would say it was the coffin of a midget
• Or a square baby
• Were there not such a din in it.

• The box is locked, it is dangerous.


• I have to live with it overnight
• And I can’t keep away from it.
• There are no windows, so I can’t see what is in there.
• There is only a little grid, no exit.
• I put my eye to the grid.
• It is dark, dark,
• With the swarmy feeling of African hands
• Minute and shrunk for export,
• Black on black, angrily clambering

• How can I let them out?


• It is the noise that appalls me most of all,
• The unintelligible syllables.
• It is like a Roman mob,
• Small, taken one by one, but my god, together!.
• I lay my ear to furious Latin.
• I am not a Caesar.
• I have simply ordered a box of maniacs.
• They can be sent back.
• They can die, I need feed them nothing, I am the owner.

• I wonder how hungry they are.


• I wonder if they would forget me
• If I just undid the locks and stood back and turned into a tree.
• There is the laburnum, its blond colonnades,
• And the petticoats of the cherry.
• They might ignore me immediately
• In my moon suit and funeral veil.
• I am no source of honey
• So why should they turn on me?
• Tomorrow I will be sweet God, I will set them free.

• The box is only temporary.

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