Eternal Eternal Sunshines
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posted by tzb at 11:26 pm
Thursday, June 10
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3 Comments:
that creeps me out more than it probably should.
Hi! Sorry if you posted the last one about The Yellow Wallpaper a million years ago, I've recently moved and have yet to set up an internet connection. Sorry! The Yellow Wallpaper was a book that I read on a reccomendation from a friend, and at first I just expected another turn-of-the-century short story, but it developed into one of the most amazing pieces of literature I've ever read. I love how the narrator becomes the woman in the paper gradually... how at first she's afraid of her, and then accepts her, then helps her... then becomes her. The imagery is astounding, the pattern of the paper.. god, the TANGIBILITY of every depiction in the story.. sorry, I get pretty into stuff like this. Have you read Christina Rossetti at all? They're not hugely similar but they have the same atmosphere for me..
Tell me what you think of Rossetti... here are two of my favourites
Remember
1Remember me when I am gone away,
2 Gone far away into the silent land;
3 When you can no more hold me by the hand,
4Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
5Remember me when no more day by day
6 You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
7 Only remember me; you understand
8It will be late to counsel then or pray.
9Yet if you should forget me for a while
10 And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
11 For if the darkness and corruption leave
12 A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
13Better by far you should forget and smile
14 Than that you should remember and be sad.
When I am dead, my dearest
1When I am dead, my dearest,
2 Sing no sad songs for me;
3Plant thou no roses at my head,
4 Nor shady cypress tree:
5Be the green grass above me
6 With showers and dewdrops wet;
7And if thou wilt, remember,
8 And if thou wilt, forget.
9I shall not see the shadows,
10 I shall not feel the rain;
11I shall not hear the nightingale
12 Sing on, as if in pain:
13And dreaming through the twilight
14 That doth not rise nor set,
15Haply I may remember,
16 And haply may forget.
I'm glad you enjoy my poetry so much.. it's made me feel amazing, to tell the truth, and the last week or so has made me feel more focussed and determined to do something with it than ever. So thanks a lot! :)
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