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I am exhausted. That is probably going to be the gist of this post (ha, as if I could sustain three posts in a row that are almost completely unrelated to this sort of subject).
I finished the Trial, and am reading Plath's poems of 1957, finishing up the book of poetry by Ai, and revising poetry right now. After that, I need to pick up some heavier reading, because its odd not having a book to read.
I love this poem, so I'm posting it. Its by Slylvia Plath and its called "Resolve."
***
Resolve
Day of mist: day of tarnish
with hands
unserviceable, I wait
for the milk van
the one-eared cat
laps its gray paw
and the coal fire burns
outside, the little hedge leaves are
become quite yellow
a milk-film blurs
the empty bottles on the windowsill
no glory descends
two water drops poise
on the arched green
stem of my neighbor's rose bush
o bent bow of thorns
the cat unsheathes its claws
the world turns
today
today I will not
disenchant my twelve black-gowned examiners
or bunch my fist
in the wind's sneer.
***
That's basically it. I've been writing the last strophe of this poem on everything in sight. Its an awesome resolve: for once, I will not be defiant and attempt to be normal.
I finished the Trial, and am reading Plath's poems of 1957, finishing up the book of poetry by Ai, and revising poetry right now. After that, I need to pick up some heavier reading, because its odd not having a book to read.
I love this poem, so I'm posting it. Its by Slylvia Plath and its called "Resolve."
***
Resolve
Day of mist: day of tarnish
with hands
unserviceable, I wait
for the milk van
the one-eared cat
laps its gray paw
and the coal fire burns
outside, the little hedge leaves are
become quite yellow
a milk-film blurs
the empty bottles on the windowsill
no glory descends
two water drops poise
on the arched green
stem of my neighbor's rose bush
o bent bow of thorns
the cat unsheathes its claws
the world turns
today
today I will not
disenchant my twelve black-gowned examiners
or bunch my fist
in the wind's sneer.
***
That's basically it. I've been writing the last strophe of this poem on everything in sight. Its an awesome resolve: for once, I will not be defiant and attempt to be normal.