Before they came the air was calm enough, Coming and going, breath by breath, without any fuss. Then the tulips filled it up like a loud noise. Now the air snags and eddies round them the way a river Snags and eddies round a sunken rust-red engine. They concentrate my attention, that was happy Playing and resting without committing itself.
I LOVE THAT PART. and i heart that poem. it reminds me of so much that is personal and fragile :).
I LOVE SO MANY OF HER POEMS I WAS READING APRIL 18TH TODAY IT BROUGHT ON SO MUCH MORE MEANING
a future was lost yesterday as easily and irretrievably as a tennis ball at twilight -SYLVIA PLATH IT IS SO GREAT!!! IT MAKES ME HAPPY YET SO VERY SAD AT THE SAME TIME.
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Coming and going, breath by breath, without any fuss.
Then the tulips filled it up like a loud noise.
Now the air snags and eddies round them the way a river
Snags and eddies round a sunken rust-red engine.
They concentrate my attention, that was happy
Playing and resting without committing itself.
I LOVE THAT PART. and i heart that poem. it reminds me of so much that is personal and fragile :).
hope to see you soon
Love ya
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a future was lost yesterday
as easily and irretrievably
as a tennis ball at twilight
-SYLVIA PLATH
IT IS SO GREAT!!! IT MAKES ME HAPPY YET SO VERY SAD AT THE SAME TIME.
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Contusion
Color floods to the spot, dull purple.
The rest of the body is all washed-out,
The color of pearl.
In a pit of a rock
The sea sucks obsessively,
One hollow thw whole sea's pivot.
The size of a fly,
The doom mark
Crawls down the wall.
The heart shuts,
The sea slides back,
The mirrors are sheeted.
Sylvia Plath
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