by Sylvia Plath
It is no moon to drown in: A full moon, river lapsing Black beneath bland mirror-sheen,
The blue water-mists dropping Scrim after scrim like fishnets Though fishermen are sleeping,
The massive castle turrets Doubling themselves in a glass All stillness. Yet these shapes float
Up toward me, troubling the face Of quiet. From the nadir They rise, their limbs ponderous
With richness, hair heavier Than sculptured marble. They sing Of a world more full and clear
Than can be. Sisters, your song Bears a burden too weighty For the whorled ear's listening
Here, in a well-steered country, Under a balanced ruler. Deranging by harmony
Beyond the mundane order, Your voices lay siege. You lodge On the pitched reefs of nightmare,
Promising sure harborage; By day, descant from borders Of hebetude, from the ledge
Also of high windows. Worse Even than your maddening Song, your silence. At the source
Of your ice-hearted calling -- Drunkenness of the great depths. O river, I see drifting
Deep in your flux of silver Those great goddesses of peace. Stone, stone, ferry me down there.
Here's another Prelude To Ecstasy snippet!
Benedict stared at his sister, taking in her earnest expression, the plea in her eyes. The two of them shared a bond that none of their other siblings quite understood, a bond forged from being a pair of imposters, tripping and falling over themselves while others glided around them, content with their position in society. Benedict, being a gentleman in society, had his freedoms. His sister, on the other hand, was effectively caged by the rules of polite society. And Benedict, for all his worries, refused to be one of her jailers.
going crazy and emotional over every tiny benedict and eloise season 3 bts crumbs
if you’re amenable, can i have a sneak peek of whatever you’re working on at the minute? 🥺🤲 the people demand the wise words of tumblr user pendale!!
LOL "late night ramblings" might be a more accurate description than "wise words". 😅
Here's a snippet from Born To Die (my Theloise Hunger Games AU)!
One panic attack and two bottles of an unknown--but undoubtedly alcoholic--drink later, Anthony had calmed down considerably. (In all fairness, the sight of one’s sister on a train ride to near-certain death was enough reason to get thoroughly inebriated.) Theo watched as Anthony poured himself a third drink.
Me deciding to completely rewrite a chapter approximately 5 hours after publishing it.
A law of fanfiction: Thou shalt not find an error in your carefully edited, thrice read through, chapter until it is live and published.
current hyperfixation: eloise bridgerton and theo sharpemina | she/her | 21
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