Through portico of my elegant house you stalk
With your wild furies, disturbing garlands of fruit
And the fabulous lutes and peacocks, rending the net
Of all decorum which holds the whirlwind back.
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I've been reading a few of sylvia plath's poems today, and they seem reminiscnent of Edgar Alan Poe. Certainly suited for dreary, rainy weather......