By Edna St. Vincent Millay
Was it for this I uttered prayers,
And sobbed and cursed and kicked the stairs,
That now, domestic as a plate,
I should retire at half-past eight?
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"We shall by morning inherit the earth, our foot's in the door." -Sylvia Plath, "Mushrooms"
My thoughts and ideas, poetry and musings, and even maybe some audio art.
About Me
- Shannon
- I am a recent graduate of New York University with a B.A. in Journalism and Politics. I have an interest in radio broadcast and journalism. I also have a fascination with poetry.
Blog Archive
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2009
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April
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- Floater
- History of Hurricanes
- We Address
- Terezin
- Lion and Gin
- [In Colorado, In Oregon, upon]
- In Knowledge of Young Boys
- Where Man is in His Whole
- The Luxury of Hesitation [An excerpt from The Proo...
- Transit of Venus
- User's Guide to Physical Debilitation
- Hunger
- The National Interest
- Children in a Field
- Is Obama a Badass?
- Death Barged In
- Poem of the Day
- Little Ending
- Coney Island-First day of the Season
- Grown Up
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"I was a postcard, I was a record, I was a camera until I went Blind"
-Bright Eyes, Train Underwater
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