March 20, 2004
The Ghost's Leavetaking
You are Sylvia Plath! She committed suicide by
shoving her head in a gas oven.
Congratulations! She was mentally troubled
throughout her life, and toyed with the idea of
suicide many times. She wrote brilliant and
insightful poetry, although it was all
autobiographical; poor sylvia had a hard time
getting outside herself, and her connections
with members of the opposite sex were troubled
at best. She has been picked up since her
death in the early sixties as a champion of the
Which famous poet are you? (pictures and many outcomes)
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My fetching headband arrives courtesy of the philosopher of Classical Values (who is Homer).
Five o'clock in the morning, the no-color void
Where the waking head rubbishes out the draggled lot
Of sulfurous dreamscapes and obscure lunar conundrums
Which seemed, when dreamed, to mean so profoundly much,
Gets ready to face the ready-made creation
Of chairs and bureaus and sleep-twisted sheets.
This is the kingdom of the fading apparition,
The oracular ghost who dwindles on pin-legs
To a knot of laundry, with a classic bunch of sheets
Posted by Ghost of a flea at March 20, 2004 04:57 AM
I was Lord Byron...which suits me very well, thank you:)
"So we'll go no more a-roving, thoough the moon be still as bright..."
Posted by: Jim at March 22, 2004 09:28 AM