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Reply of Sylvia Plath’s Poem “Daddy”


I never expected

A hate feeling

Burn in your heart

A hate

A great animosity

Eat us

Turn the light into blue… 142 more words

British Literature

Death, and Company

I know the marrow in my bones.
It is you.

How do they love it,
the gilly invertebrate,
the pre- human,
straining against the gut skin of the milk machine, 250 more words


Last Summer

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead

I lift my lids and all is born again

I think I made you up inside my head

– Sylvia Plath

“I felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery – air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, “This is what it is to be happy.” – Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar


June 2015 (4)

Towards the end of June is when I finally decided to get back into reading. Mostly because I had just moved 4 hours from home & was then unemployed. 826 more words


What's in a name?

You might be thinking, what’s with the weird alias? Or the too-long blog title? Or the freaking fig theme?

I’m making no promises, but I’ll try to explain. 585 more words