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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...
Was it a car or a cat I saw?
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He was no longer quite sure whether anything he had ever thought or felt was...– Milan Kundera (via libraryland & recycled-words)