Poetry Sunday: Jilted

Sylvia Plath's life story is really sad, and it makes me sad to think about it. I have tried to read The Bell Jar a lot of times, but I can't really get into it, even though I think Sylvia Plath is such an interesting woman. However, I love her poem Jilted.

Jilted

My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,
My tears like vinegar,
Or the bitter blinking yellow
Of an acetic star.

Tonight the caustic wind, love,
Gossips late and soon,
And I wear the wry-faced pucker of
The sour lemon moon.

While like an early summer plum,
Puny, green, and tart,
Droops upon its wizened stem
My lean, unripened heart.