Reading

I'm having a poetry fetish phase, where I read from the greats, my favorites:

"Dying,

Is an art, like everything else,

I do it exceptionally well..."

--Lady Lazarus by Sylvia Plath

"At night, alone, I marry the bed..."

--The Ballad of the Lonely Masturbator by Anne Sexton

"Do not go gentle into that good night,

Rage, rage against the dying of the light..."

--Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas

"Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly."

--Dreams by Langston Hughes

"And then the day came,

when the risk

to remain tight

in a bud

was more painful

than the risk

it took

to Blossom."

--Risk by Anais Nin

"You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise."

--Still I Rise by Maya Angelou

"Then shall i turn my face,and hear one birdsing terribly afar in the lost lands."

--it may not always be so; and i say by e.e. cummings

Ah... I can't get enough. Anyone wanting a personal recommendation for poetry, let me know. Gertrude Stein, Ezra Pound, Marge Piercy, Emily Dickinson--I've got it all, I know it all, I love it all. (And so humble, too!)