Sylvia Plath - Gulliver lyrics

Over your body the clouds go High, high and icily And a little flat, as if they Unlike swans, Having no reflections; Unlike you, With no strings attached. All cool, all blue. Unlike you --- You, there on your back, Eyes to the sky. The spider-men have caught you, Winding and twining their petty fetters, Their bribes --- So many silks. How they hate you. They converse in the valley of your fingers, they are inchworms. They would have you sleep in their cabinets, This tow and that toe, a relic. Step off! Step off seven leagues, like those distances That revolve in Crivelli, untouchable. Let this eye be an eagle, The shadow of his lip, an abyss.