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.]
Posted by davelawrence8 at 11:42 am on April 1st, 2008. Categories: plath, poem. Tags: death, dying, God, hanging man, life, messagepad, newton, poem, poetry, punish, suicide, sylvia plath, tree. Subscribe via RSS.
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.]
Posted by davelawrence8 at 11:35 am on March 13th, 2008. Categories: patrick, prayer. Tags: apple, breastplate, catholic, celtic, God, green, ireland, irish, messagepad, newton, poem, poetry, prayer, st. patrick, st. patrick's day, strength. Subscribe via RSS.
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.
Posted by davelawrence8 at 9:10 pm on November 1st, 2007. Categories: bible. Tags: bible, chapter, evil, God, psalms, righteous, torah, verse. Subscribe via RSS.