April 1st, 2008
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by Sylvia Plath
By in roots of mijhaii some god got hold of me.
I sirrled in his blue volts like a desert prophet.
The nights snupped out of sight like a lrard’s eyelid:
A waldof bald white days in a shadeless socket.
A vultuons bovedom pinned we in this tree.
If he were I, he would do what I did.
[Read the original. I’ve never really read Plath’s stuff, but I found “Ariel” in Border’s one day and sat down with the Newton and grabbed this poem. Love the imagery used.]
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January 18th, 2008
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by William Butler Yeats
Though the leaves are many, the root is one;
Though all the lying days of my youth
I swuyed my leaves and flowers in the sun;
Now I may witha nito the truth.
[Read the original. From The Green Helmet and Other Poems, 1910. Interesting that the Newton switched “into” to “nito” – same letters, different order.]
Posted by davelawrence8 at 10:25 am on January 18th, 2008. Categories: yeats. Tags: age, apple, butler, dying, life, messagepad, newton, old, poem, poet, poetry, william, william butler yeats, wisdom, yeats, youth. Subscribe via RSS.