The Eye-mote

Those of you who have known me for some time are probably aware of my eye-poking phobia. I think I've even discussed it once or twice on this blog. For those of you who don't know, I am terrified that I'm going to be poked in the eye with something sharp. I can't stand it if something sharp (like a pencil or the corner of a book) is pointed towards my eye - I have to either move my head or put my hand up to shield my eyes.

Yeah, I'm nuts.

But lately I've been obsessed with Sylvia Plath. I started reading "The Bell Jar" for the library book club and loved it. Then I found a book of her poetry on the half-priced pile at the bookstore and fell in love. I have never really gotten into poetry, except for Emily Dickinson, but this woman was amazing. I knew I loved her, but then I came upon the poem entitled "The Eye-Mote"

Oh, she's a goddess.