31.12.2013, 20:05
I know the bottom, she says.
I know it with my great
tap root: It is what you fear.
I do not fear it: I have been there
...
Love is a shadow.
How you lie and cry after it. Listen:
these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse.
...
Clouds pass and disperse.
Are those the faces of love,
those pale irretrievables?
Is it for such i agitate my heart?
I am incapable of more knowledge.
What is this, this face
so murderous in its strangle if branches?
Its snaky acids hiss.
It petrifies the will.
These are the isolate, sow faults
that kill, that kill, that kill
Elm; Sylvia Plath
I know it with my great
tap root: It is what you fear.
I do not fear it: I have been there
...
Love is a shadow.
How you lie and cry after it. Listen:
these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse.
...
Clouds pass and disperse.
Are those the faces of love,
those pale irretrievables?
Is it for such i agitate my heart?
I am incapable of more knowledge.
What is this, this face
so murderous in its strangle if branches?
Its snaky acids hiss.
It petrifies the will.
These are the isolate, sow faults
that kill, that kill, that kill
Elm; Sylvia Plath
_____What if sex was holy and war was obscene_____
-Alicia Keys