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They always froze in somewhere unfamiliar I can only imagine the 0 degree The coldness, far beyond the glacier Danced happily under the weakened sun A wholesome foreign land, this is definitely A paradise for clarity, or, You’d rather use it as a metaphor only To mourn your lost love, yet They will never become, nor appear to be The pith of anything. They are just icicles. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 123.192.221.132
spacedunce5:reminds me of wallace stevens's snowman 07/07 21:43
dieEule:同意樓上! 07/07 21:54
sylviaplath:actually it's inspired by cranberry's "icicle" :) 07/08 21:05
sylviaplath:yet i seem to remember the "clarity" word also 07/08 21:15
sylviaplath:in Wallace's snowman too! 07/08 21:15