The cauldron of morning
Written by Ramesh, 16 Oct 05.
…And I
Am the arrow,
The dew that flies
Suicidal, at one with the drive
Into the red
Eye, the cauldron of morning.
Sylvia Plath, ending words of “Ariel”
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Update and The Source--
Time for some trivia. I work out of the same building as the London Stock Exchange at Paternoster Square. Here is a view from the inside. What you see in the picture is the famed [...]