A Woman's Touch
reach for the moon
let it bleed through your fingers
leaving only the stain of ambition
Ambition
A book of verse before the hearse
To comfort mankind, I leave behind
Tuesday, January 24, 2006
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Random bits pulled from a homeschooling writer's life.
2 comments:
I hope you don't mind I sent your poem to a poetry expert of mine at Yale (actually now teaching at Wheaton) and he really liked it and said it conjured Plath.
By the way, speaking of "a woman's touch" in the more conventional sense, I like the new look.
Plath? Wow. Feedback, it's a terrifyingly good thing.
I don't mind at all, in fact, I'm very grateful.
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