I decided to go for something a little shorter this week. Sylvia Plath has some fascinating work and I must admit that it was hard choosing just one. Enjoy!
New! I now have an archive of all the literature exerpts from this page. Enjoy!
OK, I confess, I am a Communications Major, with a double minor in English and Creative Writing. I am a nerd. Not only do I love to write, but I also *gasp* love to read!
I enjoy all kinds of writing, from poetry to journalistic. I even write short stories! One day I hope to publish a collection of my short stories, but that is in the distant future (I sorta have to write them first. Sheesh, don't rush me.) I would like to post some of the more interesting stuff here, like fan fic on the DBZ page!
As for what I read, I will try almost anything. I have favorite authors of course (David Eddings, Nora Roberts, Johanna Lindsey, and Lillian Jackson Braun to name a few) but I am always willing to give a new genre or author a try. If you've read a really good book, whether it be an old classic or a new experimental novel, e-mail me the author and title and I will check it out!
Air and Angels
Twice or thrice had I lov'd thee, Before I knew thy face or name; So in a voice, so in a shapeless flame Angels affect us oft, and worshipp'd be; Still when, to where thou wert, I came, Some lovely glorious nothing I did see. But since my soul, whose child love is, Takes limbs of flesh, and else could nothing do, More subtle than the parent is Love must not be, but take a body too; And therefore what thou wert, and who, I bid Love ask, and now That it assume thy body, I allow, And fix itself in thy lip, eye, and brow. Whilst thus to ballast love I thought, And so more steadily to have gone, With wares which would sink admiration, I saw I had love's pinnace overfraught; Ev'ry thy hair for love to work upon Is much too much, some fitter must be sought; For, nor in nothing, nor in things Extreme, and scatt'ring bright, can love inhere; Then, as an angel, face, and wings Of air, not pure as it, yet pure, doth wear, So thy love may be my love's sphere; Just such disparity As is 'twixt air and angels' purity, 'Twixt women's love, and men's, will ever be.