Sylviaplath

This is my favourite poem on my English course at school, written by the American poet, novelist and
short story writer, Sylvia Plath. Her poetry certainly has a more darker, sinister aspect associated
with it, compared to the other poetry I’ve studi… Read more

Love set you going like a fat gold watch.The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cryTook
its place among the elements. Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival.  New statue.In a
drafty museum, your nakednessShadows our safety. … Read more

Lady Lazarus, 1962. I have done it again.One year in every tenI manage it-- A sort of
walking miracle, my skinBright as a Nazi lampshade,My right foot A paperweight,My face a
featureless, fineJew linen. Peel off the napkinO my enemy.Do … Read more

Cut What a thrill --- My thumb instead of an onion. The top quite gone Except for a sort of
a hinge Of skin, A flap like a hat, Dead white. Then that red plush. Little pilgrim, The
Indian's axed your scalp. Your turkey wattle Carp… Read more

Hi hookers. Here's my hot list for today Oct. 14th. 2007. im starting this in the interest of fun.
another side... my little injection of pop culture. first off. AUDREY. i met audrey/twigg a
while back and thought she was fabulous..but i didnt re… Read more