Tuesday, April 19, 2016

The Bell Jar

“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; 
I lift my eyes and all is born again.” 

Sylvia Plath

Friday, April 15, 2016

The Collected Poem

“Stephen kissed me in the spring,
Robin in the fall,
But Colin only looked at me
And never kissed at all.

Stephen’s kiss was lost in jest,
Robin’s lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin’s eyes
Haunts me night and day.” 

~Sara Teasdale


“Everywhere I go I find a poet has been there before me.” 

Sigmund Freud