I have two pencils at work, bought from Books Actually not far from my office.
One is inscribed ‘Sylvia Plath’ at the end, and the other, ‘Anais Nin’. For some reason, ‘Sylvia Plath’ is worn down a lot faster than ‘Anais Nin’. Heh.
One of my favourite Plath poems is Ariel … presumably about Plath riding her horse, Ariel.
An excerpt :
Hauls me through air—-
Flakes from my heels.
Godiva, I unpeel—-
Dead hands, dead stringencies.
And now I
Foam to wheat, a glitter of seas.”
Oh, I do miss those lit days in junior college. Days spent analysing the thought behind each line, each nuance, each word. Donne, Plath, Frost, Heaney, Shakespeare. It was frustrating and hard at times and that A or even B on the lit paper was so elusive, but now looking back studying lit was such a delicious indulgence…