your fate involves a dark assailant

Sylvia Plath

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There is more than one good way to drown.

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we walk the plank with strangers.

Sylvia Plath

Mots clés death strangers

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The moon is no door. It is a face in its own right,
White as a knuckle and terribly upset.
It drags the sea after it like a dark crime; it is quiet
With the O-gape of complete despair. I live here.

--from "The Moon and the Yew Tree", written 22 October 1961

Sylvia Plath

Mots clés poetry despair

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I need more than anything right now what is, of course, most impossible, someone to love me, to be with me at night when I wake up in shuddering horror and fear of the cement tunnels leading down to the shock room, to comfort me with an assurance that no psychiatrist can quite manage to convey.

Sylvia Plath

Mots clés fear love hope sylvia-plath the-bell-jar comfort

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Not easy to state the change you made.
If I'm alive now, I was dead,
Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.

Sylvia Plath

Mots clés sadness death depression sylvia-plath the-bell-jar

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I was my own woman.
The next step was to find the proper sort of man.

Sylvia Plath

Mots clés inspirational women-s-strength

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There must be quite a few things a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them. Whenever I’m sad I’m going to die, or so nervous I can’t sleep, or in love with somebody I won’t be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: ‘I’ll go take a hot bath.

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I am afraid of getting older. I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day—spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free. (...) I want, I think, to be omniscient… I think I would like to call myself "The girl who wanted to be God." Yet if I were not in this body, where would I be—perhaps I am destined to be classified and qualified. But, oh, I cry out against it. I am I—I am powerful—but to what extent? I am I.

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I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.

Sylvia Plath

Mots clés love poetry yearning longing

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