January 2011
reveillerlimagination:
soverypretty:
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I Am Vertical by Sylvia Plath
But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me, a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one's longevity and...
Palindromes
Was it a car or a cat I saw?
Think You Know 'How To Write A Sentence'? →
“He was no longer quite sure whether anything he had ever thought or felt was...”
– Milan Kundera (via libraryland & recycled-words)
