Whore or courtesan, she put on a great little show.
Sylvia PlathI am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness. I never thought, I never wrote, I never suffered. I want to kill myself, to escape from responsibility, to crawl back abjectly into the womb. I do not know who I am, where I am going - and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions.
Sylvia PlathI like you, but not too much. I don’t want to like anybody too much.
Sylvia PlathDaddy daddy you bastard, I'm through
Sylvia PlathOne thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.
Sylvia PlathIt was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no farther.
Sylvia PlathTag: fall plath fallen sylvia the-bella-jar
With that strange knowing that comes over me, like a clairvoyance, I know that I am sure of myself and my enormous and alarmingly timeless love for you; which will always be.
Sylvia PlathTag: love clairvoyance plath
What do you have in mind after you graduate?"
What I always thought I had in mind was getting some big scholarship to graduate
school or a grant to study all over Europe, and then I thought I'd be a professor and write
books of poems or write books of poems and be an editor of some sort. Usually I had
these plans on the tip of my tongue.
"I don't really know," I heard myself say. I felt a deep shock, hearing myself say that, because the minute I said it, I knew it was true.
Tag: the-bell-jar plath sylvia
If I was going to fall, I would hang on to my small comforts, at least, for as long as I possibly could.
Sylvia PlathThere I went again, building p a glamorous picture of a man who would love me passionately the minute he met me, and all out of a few posy nothings.
Sylvia PlathTag: page-58
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