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once again trying to find my way out of this cold dark purgatory of the aching soul... and back into life
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This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary.
The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
The grasses unload their griefs at my feet as if I were God,
Prickling my ankles and murmuring of their humility.
Fumy spiritious mists inhabit this place
Separated from my house by a row of headstones.
I simply cannot see where there is to get to.
The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.
Twice on Sunday, the bells startle the sky -
Eight great tongues affirming the Resurrection.
At the end, they soberly bong out their names.
The yew tree points up. It has a Gothic shape.
The eyes lift after it and find the moon.
The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.
Her blue garments unloose small bats and owls.
How I would like to believe in tenderness -
The face of the effigy, gentled by candles,
Bending, on me in particular, its mild eyes.
I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering
Blue and mystical over the face of the stars.
Inside the church, the saints will be all blue,
Floating on their delicate feet over cold pews,
Their hands and faces stiff with holiness.
The moon sees nothing of this. She is bald and wild.
And the message of the yew tree is blackness - blackness and silence.
[ Sylvia Plath ]
- JoinedNovember 2007
- Occupationcursed, caged bird + star crossed lover + hopeless romantic despite it all
- Hometownoxford uk
- Current citylimbo
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For all those who did not know idonŷ redux in her previous Flickr incarnation, there is beauty ahead to enjoy. idonŷ redux's the kind of girl whose photos and poetry will fill you with deep sorrow. Her art is testament to her bravery in forging onward in a world where real joy is so hard to find. Welcome back ... x !
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I really don't remember what I wrote in the testimonial I left in your other account... ...but I remember what I felt, everytime I visited your photostream...I felt the privilege of being in front of a collection of pieces of art that were born directly from your soul... ...images that were there to tell us stories...to describe emotions...to be seen, and not to be merelly watched... ...and I want more, I want more, I want many more of those images!
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