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    Joanna Newsom - Sawdust And Diamonds:

    From the top of the flight
    Of the wide, white stairs
    Through the rest of my life
    Do you wait for me there?

    There's a bell in my ears
    There's a wide white roar
    Drop a bell down the stairs
    Hear it fall forevermore

    Drop a bell off of the dock
    Blot it out in the sea
    Drowning mute as a rock;
    Sounding mutiny

    There's a light in the wings
    Hits this system of strings
    From the side while they swing;
    See the wires, the wires, the wires

    And the articulation
    In our elbows and knees
    Makes us buckle as we couple in endless increase
    As the audience admires

    And the little white dove
    Made with love, made with love:
    Made with glue, and a glove, and some pliers

    Swings a low sickle arc
    From its perch in the dark
    Settle down
    Settle down my desire

    And the moment I slept I was swept up in a terrible tremor
    Though no longer bereft, how I shook and I couldn't remember

    Then the furthermost shake drove a murdering stake in
    And cleft me right down through my center
    And I shouldn't say so, but I know that it was then, or never

    Push me back into a tree
    Bind my b_ttons with salt
    Fill my long ears with bees
    Praying: please, please, please,
    Love, you ought not!
    No you ought not!

    Then the system of strings tugs on the tip of my wings
    (cut from cardboard and old magazines)
    Makes me warble and rise like a sparrow
    And in the place where I stood, there is a circle of wood
    A cord or two, which you chop and you stack in your barrow

    It is terribly good to carry water and chop wood
    Streaked with soot, heavy booted and wild-eyed;
    As I crash through the rafters
    And the ropes and pulleys trail after
    And the holiest belfry burns sky-high

    Then the slow lip of fire moves across the prairie with precision
    While, somewhere, with your pliers and glue you make your first incision
    And in a moment of almost-unbearable vision
    Doubled over with the hunger of lions
    'Hold me close', cooed the dove
    Who was stuffed, now, with sawdust and diamonds

    I wanted to say: why the long face?
    Sparrow, perch and play songs of long face
    Burro, buck and bray songs of long face!
    Sing: I will swallow your sadness and eat your cold clay
    Just to lift your long face

    And though it may be madness, I will take to the grave
    Your precious longface
    And though our bones they may break, and our souls separate
    - why the long face?
    And though our bodies recoil from the grip of the soil
    - why the long face?

    In the trough of the waves
    Which are pawing like dogs
    Pitch we, pale-faced and grave,
    As I write in my log

    Then I hear a noise from the hull
    Seven days out to sea
    And it is the damnable bell!

    And it tolls - well, I believe, that it tolls - for me!
    It tolls for me!

    Though my wrists and my waist seemed so easy to break
    Still, my dear, I would have walked you to the very edge of the water
    And they will recognise all the lines of your face
    In the face of the daughter of the daughter of my daughter

    Darling, we will be fine, but what was yours and mine
    Appears to be a sandcastle that the gibbering wave takes
    But if it's all just the same, then will you say my name:
    Say my name in the morning, so I know when the wave breaks?

    I wasn't born of a whistle or milked from a thistle at twilight
    No, I was all horns and thorns, sprung out fully formed, knock-kneed and upright
    So: enough of this terror
    We deserve to know light
    And grow evermore lighter and lighter
    You would have seen me through
    But I could not undo that desire

    Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh desire
    Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh desire
    Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh desire

    From the top of the flight
    Of the wide, white stairs
    Through the rest of my life
    Do you wait for me there
    Well, I open my eyes and I see things. I've seen spirits moving through the walls. I've seen a vortex coming through the wall. I've seen amorphous little balls of light bouncing all around in the front yard through the window. I've seen giant bugs on the floor. I was in a hotel room in Amarillo, Texas, and all I remember is standing on the bed and seeing the whole wall in front of me filled with lights that were [makes popping sound] popping like popcorn out of the wall. Then I'll wake up and I go "Wow, I was standing on my bed and staring at this wall."

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    Sylvia Plath - Elm:

    I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root;
    It is what you fear.
    I do not fear it: I have been there.

    Is it the sea you hear in me,
    Its dissatisfactions?
    Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness?

    Love is a shadow.
    How you lie and cry after it.
    Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse.

    All night I shall gallup thus, impetuously,
    Till your head is a stone, your pillow a little turf,
    Echoing, echoing.

    Or shall I bring you the sound of poisons?
    This is rain now, the big hush.
    And this is the fruit of it: tin white, like arsenic.

    I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.
    Scorched to the root
    My red filaments burn and stand,a hand of wires.

    Now I break up in pieces that fly about like clubs.
    A wind of such violence
    Will tolerate no bystanding: I must shriek.

    The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me
    Cruelly, being barren.
    Her radience scathes me. Or perhaps I have caught her.

    I let her go. I let her go
    Diminshed and flat, as after radical surgery.
    How your bad dreams possess and endow me.

    I am inhabited by a cry.
    Nightly it flaps out
    Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.

    I am terrified by this dark thing
    That sleeps in me;
    All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

    Clouds pass and disperse.
    Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrevables?
    Is it for such I agitate my heart?

    I am incapable of more knowledge.
    What is this, this face
    So murderous in its strangle of branches?--

    Its snaky acids kiss.
    It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults
    That kill, that kill, that kill.
    Well, I open my eyes and I see things. I've seen spirits moving through the walls. I've seen a vortex coming through the wall. I've seen amorphous little balls of light bouncing all around in the front yard through the window. I've seen giant bugs on the floor. I was in a hotel room in Amarillo, Texas, and all I remember is standing on the bed and seeing the whole wall in front of me filled with lights that were [makes popping sound] popping like popcorn out of the wall. Then I'll wake up and I go "Wow, I was standing on my bed and staring at this wall."

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    lord rekhyt - in response to justin

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    Well, I open my eyes and I see things. I've seen spirits moving through the walls. I've seen a vortex coming through the wall. I've seen amorphous little balls of light bouncing all around in the front yard through the window. I've seen giant bugs on the floor. I was in a hotel room in Amarillo, Texas, and all I remember is standing on the bed and seeing the whole wall in front of me filled with lights that were [makes popping sound] popping like popcorn out of the wall. Then I'll wake up and I go "Wow, I was standing on my bed and staring at this wall."

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