quietus on an Aegean Urn

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quietus on an Aegean Urn
- On Reading Edge by Sylvia Plath -

she is just a woman perfected in death.

an illusion in greek fresco
from the isle of crete.
she scorned pasiphae, she spurned the maze
minotaur. coiled gilded serpents ring her
white neck and bone wrists.

the pitcher of goat’s milk is now empty
though it is tipped slightly for the court of cups
at her left fingers.

dangling peaceful feet.

(she is finally learning to be silent.)
Fraser: Stop stealing the blanket.
[Diefenbaker whines]
Fraser: You're an Arctic Wolf, for God's sake.
(Due South)

Hatter: Do I need a reason to help a pretty girl in a very wet dress? (Alice)

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Love it, CL.
It's a little odd, completely beautiful, and it ignores some of the 'rules', which is great if done properly...which you have.
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Big up the YWS Massive!

....And I still don't know what SPEW is....




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It sounds really beautiful... it flows.
"A people without history is like wind in the buffalo grass."

-Sioux Proverb



It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien