Rosie vs. the Donald

A recently found Sylvia Plath college poem seems to fit (after all, one French philosopher said this was the origin of war, not "The Year of the French" two weeks in Ireland no-one wants to forget). SYLVIA PLATH Ennui Tea leaves thwart those who court catastrophe, designing futures where nothing will occur: cross the gypsy’s palm and yawning she will still predict no perils left to conquer. Jeopardy is jejune now: naïve knight finds ogres out-of-date and dragons unheard of, while blasé princesses indict tilts at terror as downright absurd. The beast in Jamesian grove will never jump, compelling hero’s dull career to crisis; and when insouciant angels play God’s trump, while bored arena crowds for once look eager, hoping toward havoc, neither pleas nor prizes shall coax from doom’s blank door lady or tiger Blackbird: An online journal of literature and the arts Fall 2006 Vol. 5 No. 2 Interesting research. One of the "Fugs" recently translated a fragment of Saphho's poetry recently found also interesting. He lives up in Woodstock, NY, ah Ed something I think, where they were trying to stop a developer from ruining a property with a "vista" the locals enjoy. I've read Sappho ran a school.