I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
-William Carlos WilliamsI have not really been all that much for the sleeping lately, so I have been reading a lot of poetry from my English textbooks at, like, 3 o'clock in the morning. Here is a bonus list (because I was such a slacker this week) of some of my favorites.
- Helen of Troy Does Counter Dancing - Margaret Atwood ("My mother was raped by a holy swan. / You believe that?")
- Ozymandias - Percy Bysshe Shelley (He was married to Mary Shelley, who wrote Frankenstein, and after he died she kept his heart in a drawer for the rest of her life.)
- Meditations on the Declension of Beauty by the Girl with the Flying Cheek-bones - Marlene Nourbese Philip
- 288 - Emily Dickinson (I feel a special connection with Emily Dickinson because she had an avoidant personality, and that it what I would have too, if I had a personality disorder!)
- you fit into me - Margaret Atwood, which goes as follows:
like a hook into an eye
a fish hook
an open eye
Isn't that great? She is completely screwing with you! Margaret Atwood is hilarious in a creepy, creepy way.
On a completely unrelated, pretty inside-jokey note: Look at this thing!

2 comments:
HA! You are the funniest girl I know. I'm so lucky.
Also how strange was it to wake up in a room full of Fred Clause... and other people.
Still all about the insomnia, hey?
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