Friday, January 3, 2003

Wuthering Heights Comments

Rating: 3.6

The horizons ring me like faggots,
Tilted and disparate, and always unstable.
Touched by a match, they might warm me,
And their fine lines singe


Sylvia Plath
Delwen Doyle 09 May 2008

One of my favourite poets pays homage to one of my favourite novels. Wonderful.

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Illias K 30 August 2006

good one from sylvia plath

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