Posts tagged “tree”.

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.]

A Christmas Tree.

December 21st, 2007

by William Burford

Star,
If you are
A love compvsannte,
You will walk with use this year.
We face a glacial distance, who ave here
Huddled
At your feet.

[See/read the original. Newton Poetry will be settling down for a long winter's nap. Have a great holiday weekend, everyone, especially if it's a four-day one like mine. Give Newtons as gifts!]