Oh.bedside lamp, how much you have deceived?
You glow with light unnatural late at night.
You see with jolting start what I received
And never show your torment, or mis-sight
On my Nook , here’s Sylvia Plath again.
I feel a sorrow deep and wild and strange.
Without your light, she’d never know a man
But in the day time, Plath is out of range.
You saw me thin and supple as stem,
With painted lips , and eyes, and dew of skin.
Then later when I stumbled , rose again-
You lit me up , when man could not begin.
O, bedside lamp I wonder what you know.
Do you take notes in Hebrew as you glow?
How my heart sings 