I am vertical

[ROSEMARY]

But I would rather be horizontal.
I am not a tree with my root in the soil
Sucking up minerals and motherly love
So that each March I may gleam into leaf,
Nor am I beauty of a garden bed
Attracting my share of Ahs and spectacularly painted,
Unknowing I must soon unpetal.
Compared with me , a tree is immortal
And a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
And I want the one's longevity and the other's daring.
Tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
The trees and flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
I walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
Sometimes I think that when I am sleeping
I must most perfectly resemble them-
Thoughts gone dim.
It is more natural to me, lying down.
Then the sky and I are in open conversation,
And I should be useful when I lie down finally:
Then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.

sylvia plath 28 March 1961


i wish i wrote this

[Brett]

Strange power I know not what thee art
Murderer or Mistress of my heart
I know I'd rather meet the blow
Of my most unrelenting foe
Than live - as I live now to be -
Slain twenty times a day by thee

I don't know who wrote this but I love it.