Monday, March 23, 2009


Poetess of the Week: Sylvia Plath


I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering

Blue and mystical over the face of the stars

Inside the church, the saints will all be blue,

Floating on their delicate feet over the cold pews,

Their hands and faces stiff with holiness.

The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild.

And the message of the yew tree is blackness - blackness and silence.

From "The Moon and the Yew Tree"


Like Jim Morrison, Princess Diana, and Janis Joplin, Sylvia will always be young.

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