In my new clothing
I feel so different, I must
look like someone else
(The Prince and the Pauper by Mark Twain)
With dewdrops dripping,
I wish somehow I could wash
this perishing world
(The Road by Cormac McCarthy)
Taking a nap,
Feet planted
Against a cool wall.
(Tom Sawyer by Mark Twain)
Bright red
the pitiless sun
autumn winds
(Dandelion Wine by Ray Bradbury)
Lightning
clenched in the hand:
torchlight in the dark
(Frankenstein by Mary Shelley)
1 comment:
I am staggered again by your match-ups. These are spot-on and quite amusing, but Dandelion Wine is genius. Thank you!
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