The Heaviest Stone: The Suicide of Virginia Woolf

January 8, 2012
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She looks out at the waters
So depthless and cold
This world wasn’t worth living in
So she picked up the heaviest stone

Her eyes had turned empty
Long, long ago
She was just kissing the inevitable
She put in her pocket the heaviest stone

She drifted into the deep
As if already a ghost
She didn’t have time to hold her breath
Courtesy of the heaviest stone

Intricate memories played in her head
Of the abandoners who left her alone
She inhaled the drink of death, and held on tightly
To her only friend, the heaviest stone.

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HaleyS. said...
Jan. 30, 2012 at 7:45 pm
I love this poem! but i had no idea that Woolf did that. I read her book Mrs. Dalloway and it was very confusing and sad, but I still never got a vibe like that from her, like, say, Sylvia Plath. how horrible. but the poem's good, one of mi faves so far
Angaliene replied...
Jan. 31, 2012 at 11:26 am
Thanks for replying! Yes, I read that as well. Although I found it confusing as well, I still felt like there was emotion there between the lines, waiting to be exposed. :)
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