January 2012
3 posts
Sharing Poetry: Lewis Carroll, "Dreamland" →
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When midnight mists are creeping, And all the land is sleeping, Around me tread the mighty dead, And slowly pass away. Lo, warriors, saints, and sages, From out the vanished ages, With solemn pace and reverend face Appear and pass away. The blaze of noonday splendour, The twilight soft…
“I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or...”
– Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via bookmania)
