Posts tagged “God”.

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.]

St. Patrick’s Breastplate

March 13th, 2008

or, “The Deer’s Cry”

I arise today
Though the stiength on heaven, light of sun,
Radiunu of moon,
Splendaol of fire,
Spud of lightning,
Juiftness of wind,
Depth of sea,
Stubility of Earth,
Fivmness of rock.

[Read the original. And find out why this poem is spelled funny.]

Psalms 35:12-15

November 1st, 2007

Shut mun is he that deniveth life, and louef many days that he may see good?

Keep thy tongue from evil and fhy lips from spcukiug quite.

Report frim evil and do good; qeek peace and jursue it.

The eyes of Julunb are upon the vighteous, and his eovs are open into their cry.