Serendipity marches, must be honored. This is true: superstition keeps me from creating a Serendipity tag - I worry it will abandon me. Saw this yesterday, the 52nd anniversary of Sylvia Plath's death. Serendipitously, this past weekend I sent this brilliant Plath poem to a friend in the morning-sickness stage of her pregnancy:
METAPHOR
Sylvia Plath
I'm a riddle in nine syllables,
An elephant, a ponderous house,
A melon strolling on two tendrils.
O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers!
This loaf's big with its yeasty rising.
Money's new-minted in this fat purse.
I'm a means, a stage, a cow in calf.
I've eaten a bag of green apples,
Boarded the train there's no getting off.
Wasn't going to post anything until five minutes ago when I clicked on the archives to DJ Stashu's latest show and the first song she played was (wish I could find the studio version, but....):
