Romance

observando:

Romance, who loves to nod and sing
With drowsy head and folded wing
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been—most familiar bird—
Taught me my alphabet to say,
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child—with a most knowing eye.

Of late, eternal condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky;
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings,
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away—forbidden things—
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.

— Edgar Allan Poe

Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein

observando:

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we’ll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we’ll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends.

– Shel Silverstein

"This planet has - or rather had - a problem, which was this: most of the people living on it were unhappy for pretty much of the time. Many solutions were suggested for this problem, but most of these were largely concerned with the movement of small green pieces of paper, which was odd because on the whole it wasn’t the small green pieces of paper that were unhappy."

- Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy

"We love the things we love for what they are."

- Robert Frost

outofprintclothing:

Remembering Sylvia Plath, who died on this day, Feb 11, in 1963.

outofprintclothing:

Remembering Sylvia Plath, who died on this day, Feb 11, in 1963.

audreyheckburn:

Updated: April 28th 2014 

Alrighty! I decided to make a masterpost for the lovely and talented Sylvia Plath. Here you will find the links I could find to her various works, journals, interviews, and readings. Please enjoy, and if there is any problem with the links or ones that could be added, please contact me via ask. :)

P O E T R Y

Collections:

Reading her poetry:

P R O S E

Novel:

Short Story Collections:

Children’s Books:

H E R   L I F E

Her Journals:

Interviews with her:

Documentaries and such on her:

Interviews with those who knew her:

Extras:

A D A P T A T I O N S

Of her life:

ourtangledbones:

alecshao:

T.S. Eliot - The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock (fragments)

ENG 140 memories

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