in honor of national poetry month, i present you with: Edge by Sylvia Plath
The woman is perfected.
Her dead
Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
One at [...]
Apr 30 2004
6
the end of national poetry month
Mar 19 2002
not one of my better ideas
it’s probably not a good idea to be reading the bell jar whilst experiencing one of the worst cases of PMS since i was about 15. the hormonal imbalance is nutso. i’ve nearly burst into tears at work about four times in the past two days. i know it’s hormonal. i can feel the hormonalness [...]
