Christmas card to Grace Hartigan
by Frank O’hara There’s no holly, but there is the glass and granite towers and the white stone lions and the pale violet clouds. And the great tree of balls in Rockefeller Plaza is public. Christmas is green and general like all great works of the imagination, swelling from minute private sentiments in the desert, a wreath around our intimacy like children’s voices in a park. For red there...
by Frank O’Hara Have you forgotten what we were like then when we were still first rate and the day came fat with an apple in its mouth it’s no use worrying about Time but we did have a few tricks up our sleeves and turned some sharp corners the whole pasture looked like our meal we...
My close reading of Plath's "Morning Song"
This is my analysis of “Morning Song” You can read the poem here: http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15293 By: me Sylvia Plath’s poem “Morning Song” sets her final work of poetry, Ariel, in motion as the first poem of the collection. Ariel is considered to be Plath’s greatest work; the first edition released in 1965 (edited by Plath’s estranged husband Ted Hughes after her...
self loathing all day.
We were a good story. Nothing more. He is what I would have chosen when I...– Sarah Healy (via papercrushed )
I have scars on my hands from touching certain people.– J.D. Salinger (via iamjustamonster )