| Confessional Poets and Writers | ||||||||||||||||||||
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| "I am your opus,to shriek. I turn and burn a I am your valuable, The pure gold baby That melts to a shriek. I turn and burn. Do not think I underestimate your great concern" -Sylvia Plath (excerpt from 'Lady Lazarus') |
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| "It is the Fourth of July. Collect: while the dying man, forgone by you creator, who forgives, is gasping 'Thomas Jefferson still lives' in vain, in vain, in vain. I am Henry Pussy-cat! My whiskers fly." -John Berryman, excerpt fromDream Song 22 |
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| Sylvia Plath | ||||||||||||||||||||
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| John Berryman | ||||||||||||||||||||
| "My business is words. Words are like labels, or coins, or better, like swarming bees. I confess I am only broken by the sources of things; as if words were counted like dead bees in the attic, unbuckled from their yellow eyes and their dry wings..." -Anne Sexton |
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| Anne Sexton | ||||||||||||||||||||