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  • Poetry » Other, General Re: Wet Flower

    I wasn't trying to back talk, and I apologize if I came off badly, I'm just not used to such vague critiques and lack of suggestions. And I wasn't talking ...

    Sep 14, 2007
  • Poetry » Other, General Re: Wet Flower

    You didn't explain to me how I "shoved it" in your faces, so I'd like a clearer understanding. And actually those two things are not what the poem is about, ...

    Sep 9, 2007
  • Poetry » Other, General Re: Delve into Forest, Descend to Fist

    Unfortunately the entire poem would not work with a few of the trimmings; it's surreal style, and that's not debris, they're illusions. It's supposed to create a picture in your ...

    Sep 2, 2007


For a short space of time I remained at the window watching the pallid lightnings that played above Mont Blanc and listening to the rushing of the Arve, which pursued its noise way beneath. The same lulling sounds acted as a lullaby to my too keen sensations; when I placed my head upon my pillow, sleep crept over me; I felt it as it came and blessed the giver of oblivion.
— Mary Shelley, Frankenstein