Thursday, 13 January 2011
Tuesday, 14 December 2010
Emily Dickinson
One need not be a chamber to be haunted,
One need not be a house;
The brain has corridors surpassing
Material place.
.......
Far safer through an Abbey gallop,
The stones achase,
Than, moonless, one's own self encounter
In lonesome place.
Thursday, 9 December 2010
Sunday, 5 December 2010
Friday, 3 December 2010
The Red Shoes
I stand in the ring
in the dead city
and tie on the red shoes...
They are not mine.
They are my mother's.
Her mother's before.
Handed down like an heirloom
but hidden like shameful letters.
The house and the street where they belong
are hidden and all the women too,
are hidden...
Anne Sexton
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