Poem of the day :

[Wildcard]

   I can't get some of Sylvia Plath's stuff yet. But I've gotta say I love 'round red watermelon sun' and actually the entire poem. This poem is almost like Picasso in the sense that the images she is giving you are not the real images you would see necessarily, but the certainly reflect a congruent thought and feeling.
   I'm still reading Ariel and re-reading it and re-reading it and googling and wiki-ing . . . I am determined to get this.