Posts tagged “dying”.

The hanging man.

April 1st, 2008

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.]

The Coming of Wisdom with Time.

January 18th, 2008

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.]