Sylvia Plath: The little known works.

[tyggerjai]

For weasels_of_fire


I am a little.
Teapot.
Short, and stout.

Here is, my handle.
Here is, my spout.

When I get all steamed up,
Then.
I shout.

Tip me over.

Pour me out.


Discuss, with particular attention to the suicidal and sexual subtext of the final two lines.

sol.
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Comments

Re: Ach du, teapot, ach du (or: Teapot, teapot, you bastard, I'm through).

[weasels-of-fire.livejournal.com]

Oh shit shit shit. My brain's been like absolute jelly all week, and I've completely forgotten about pork, and now I'm on my way to a Eurovision gathering. If I had remembered earlier, I would have emailed you for a raincheck. Shit. I've very sorry. I'm an absolute scrubber.

Re: Ach du, teapot, ach du (or: Teapot, teapot, you bastard, I'm through).

[tyggerjai.livejournal.com]

Scrubber :)
We'll cope. More pork for the rest of us!

sol.
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Re: Ach du, teapot, ach du (or: Teapot, teapot, you bastard, I'm through).

[weasels-of-fire.livejournal.com]

Allow me to apologize more profusely (without the pork in my belly to make it super-profuse) by sharing this pain with you...

And as an aside, I advise you slap spark_au's arse with a wet towel after he eats your pork as a territorial hierarchical "Just so you know who cooks the pork in this house, bitch!" gesture.