Friday, October 29, 2010
Haiku my heart: Snow White
Monday, April 12, 2010
Edge
The woman is perfected.
Her dead
Body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
Each dead child coiled, a white serpent,
One at each little
Pitcher of milk, now empty.
She has folded
Them back into her body as petals
Of a rose close when the garden
Stiffens and odors bleed
From the sweet, deep throats of the night flower.
The moon has nothing to be sad about,
Staring from her hood of bone.
She is used to this sort of thing.
Her blacks crackle and drag.
© Sylvia Plath
Monday, February 8, 2010
Song for Egidius " Egidius, waer bestu bleven?"
I miss you so, the cheerful company
Fate dealt you death, to me was life allowed
Our friendship blossomed from the heart
I thought that we should never part
Now you are raised to heaven's height
Brighter than the sun that shines
And free to savour all delight
Egidius, where are you now?
I miss you so, the cheerful company
Fate dealt you death, to me was life allowed
Pray now for me who still must die
And here on earth face suffering
Keep me a place there by your side
One little song I have to sing
But death must conquer everything
Egidius, where are you now?
I miss you so, the cheerful company
Fate dealt you death, to me was life allowed
Our friendship blossomed from the heart
I thought that we should never part
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Death is not the end - Bob Dylan
| When you're sad and when you're lonely
And all that you held sacred
Just remember that death is not the end
And all your dreams have vanished
When the storm clouds gather round you
Not the end, not the end
For the tree of life is growing
When the cities are on fire
When you search in vain to find
Just remember that death is not the end
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