When I think about poetry I think about Sylvia Plath. She was a volatile, complex person and that is evident in her work.
Here’s a great example, of one of my faves by Sylvia Plath:
Cinderella – Sylvia Plath
The prince leans to the girl in scarlet heels,
Her green eyes slant, hair flaring in a fan
Of silver as the rondo slows; now reels
Begin on tilted violins to span
The whole revolving tall glass palace hall
Where guests slide gliding into light like wine;
Rose candles flicker on the lilac wall
Reflecting in a million flagons' shine,
And glided couples all in whirling trance
Follow holiday revel begun long since,
Until near twelve the strange girl all at once
Guilt-stricken halts, pales, clings to the prince
As amid the hectic music and cocktail talk
She hears the caustic ticking of the clock.
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Learn more about Sylvia here:
http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/11
I adored reading her poetry but I also loved her prose. Her journals are fascinating.
Check out her work here: http://www.amazon.com/Sylvia-Plath/e/B000APTIGW
What poetry, or other art, do you love enough to keep in your nightstand?
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