image by Tara Holland, 2009
The Lady in the Looking Glass
Her mind was like her room,
in which lights advanced and retreated,
came pirouetting and stepping delicately,
spreading their tails,
pecked their way;
and then her whole being was suffused,
like the room again,
with a cloud of some profound knowledge,
some unspoken regret,
and then she was full of locked drawers,
stuffed with letters. Like her cabinets.
~ Virginia Woolf
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13 comments:
Ephemerality of the self.
I guess everyone has them. Some more and some less. Cabinets.
Thanks for posting this.
Wow
...locked drawers
and cabinets.
Brilliant.
-Jennifer
I like this ... the drawers and cabinets and letters.
we spend our lives looking for the keys to unlock those drawers, when all the time we could just take a hammer and bash them open.
xoxo
Debi
Much love and many hugs on this Sunday and always
Merry Christmas my friend
The images here today of locked drawers and the lady in the looking glass. Thanks for all you share!
i love that poem....like really a lot !!!
I really like the poem and the meaning behind it. I also like the look of your blog with the white background. I find I always go back to this on mine as it seems to make the pictures pop more.
love.
i always adore your Sunday morning poetry posts... so refreshing!
Such deep and complicated creatures, aren't we? Nice poem, Relyn.
Lovely, and definitely pure poetry.
I have many such drawers
What a great poem you picked
Hi Relyn,
I've been trying to read more poetry lately (both for my reading enjoyment and for my writing) and I love that I can come see you and then get all three! Thank you for this. I must read more of her. See you next weekend!
Kirsten
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