Sleepless night
Which Sylvia Plath Poem Am I?

by echoing
Oh gosh, "Daddy"'s one of my favourites..
"...
If I've killed one man, I've killed two --
The vampire who said he was you
And drank my blood for a year,
Seven years, if you want to know.
Daddy, you can lie back now.
There's a stake in your fat black heart
And the villagers never liked you.
They are dancing and stamping on you.
They always knew it was you.
Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through."
- Sylvia Plath








6 Comments:
bh aka lady lazarus here...
YES...dying is an art.
Am "Mirror".. http://img2.ranchoweb.com/images/wintergalequiz/mirror.gif .. hmmm
bh, you are the poem that breaks my heart..
will the person who is mirror own up? ;)
-scenic
hey! i am a "Mirror" too!! and how apt...cos I'm now suffering from the "woman at the brink of turning 30" crisis...
oops.. ah qiu here, me is the "mirror" woman.. aarrgghh, i so share killerchick's feeling.. gotta start thinking real hard & planning smthg concrete for my getaway on the big 3-zero day.... @.@
yeah man i really dread the big 3-oh...kinda surprised and disappointed with myself for being so susceptible to the biological clock that is precisely programmed to make a female to feel compelled to settle down/accumulate resources/have one's own habitat b4 her fertility expires....gosh I'm depressed....
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