| Sunday, March 8, 2009 |
| Marina's Mood |
Barren Woman
by Sylvia Plath
Empty, I echo to the least footfall,
Museum without statues, grand with pillars, porticoes, rotundas.
In my courtyard a fountain leaps and sinks back into itself,
Nun-hearted and blind to the world. Marble lilies
Exhale their pallor like scent.
I imagine myself with a great public,
Mother of a white Nike and several bald-eyed Apollos.
Instead, the dead injure me attentions, and nothing can happen.
Blank-faced and mum as a nurse. |
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Sailing Hippos
Louisville, Ky, United States
Marina-
Marina is kinda cool, it depends on if she is talking or not. She likes writing, and is really good at it, especially poetry. She sees people's auras, which is pretty awesome. However, don't piss her off, because then she can put a Bosnian curse on you. She also plays soccer, and is going pro at some point in her life.
Ben-
Ben is the runt of the Hippos. He's often picked on and abused by his "larger" siblings. He is amazing at everything he does, besides being nice, because he is an arrogant son of a hippo. He has an unquenchable thirst for water, which is good, because we live in water. He doesn't know how to put on eyeliner, but it doesn't matter...because he's a guy. We hope.
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