Fantastic poem... Read this poem when I was 16 and thought it was cool... Reading it now, 42 years older and wiser, I find it extremely shocking, very hard-hitting...
Isadore Duncan's death was so batshit - this socialite who loved fashion wears a too-long scarf that gets caught under the axle of a car, on a lovely jaunt in the country, and breaks her neck.
Have a soft spot for Plath - a couple very complicated exes loved her. But Ted Hughes book Birthday Letters remains one of my favourite poetry collections.
Fantastic poem... Read this poem when I was 16 and thought it was cool... Reading it now, 42 years older and wiser, I find it extremely shocking, very hard-hitting...
"Love, love, the low smokes roll
From me like Isadora's scarves, I'm in a fright
One scarf will catch and anchor in the wheel."
Isadore Duncan's death was so batshit - this socialite who loved fashion wears a too-long scarf that gets caught under the axle of a car, on a lovely jaunt in the country, and breaks her neck.
Have a soft spot for Plath - a couple very complicated exes loved her. But Ted Hughes book Birthday Letters remains one of my favourite poetry collections.
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