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Mushrooms
Overnight, very
Whitely, discreetly,
Very quietly
Our toes, our noses
Take hold on the loam,
Acquire the air.
Nobody sees us,
Stops us, betrays us;
The small grains make room.
Soft fists insist on
Heaving the needles,
The leafy bedding,
Even the paving.
Our hammers, our rams,
Earless and eyeless,
Perfectly voiceless,
Widen the crannies,
Shoulder through holes. We
Diet on water,
On crumbs of shadow,
Bland-mannered, asking
Little or nothing.
So many of us!
So many of us!
We are shelves, we are
Tables, we are meek,
We are edible,
Nudgers and shovers
In spite of ourselves.
Our kind multiplies:
We shall by morning
Inherit the earth.
Our foot’s in the door.
Sylvia Plath
No, I know it’s not a haiku. Or even a series of haiku. But I thought it might help you get inspired to write haiku about mushrooms. And send them to me. Plus, there are no words for how much I love Sylvia Plath. And think that you should too.
Red Dragonfly 
The sound play on this is awesome. Way cool.
Yes…Sylvia was totally in control of the sound of her poems. And everything else about them. Completely amazing. Every time I pick up “Ariel” intending to just leaf through it or read one poem…I end up reading the whole thing again with my jaw dropping open.
i’m probably a slow reader because i hear the words in my head (or that may be one of the reasons…). there are disadvantages to that. but there are a some advantages to it i like too. i dont think i’ve read a lot of Sylvia Plath. a few things here and there but probably not for a long time. i can see i may need to make some different reading selections. that’s a very good recomendation to read “Ariel”, i’d say. bwahahaha – sheesh. it must be summer. ha – aloha.