In a rabbit-fear I may hurl myself under the wheels of the car because the lights terrify me, and under the dark blind death of wheels I will be safe. I am very tired, very banal, very confused. I do not know who I am tonight. I wanted to walk until I dropped and not complete the inevitable circle of coming home.
Sylvia PlathI told Doreen I would not go to the show or the luncheon or the film premiere, but that I would not go to Coney Island either, I would stay in bed. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I should any more. This made me sad and tired. Then I wondered why I couldn't go the whole way doing what I shouldn't, the way Doreen did, and this made me even sadder and more tired.
Sylvia PlathTag: depression
I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
Sylvia PlathMostra la citazione in tedesco
Mostra la citazione in francese
Mostra la citazione in italiano
Although, I admit, I desire,
Occasionally, some backtalk
From the mute sky, I can't honestly complain:
A certain minor light may still
Lean incandescent
Out of kitchen table or chair
As if a celestial burning took
Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then --
Tag: faith
The bell jar hung, suspended, a few feet above my head. I was open to the circulating air.
Sylvia PlathHow we need another soul to cling to.
Sylvia PlathTag: loneliness companionship amity
O love, how did you get here?
--from "Nick and the Candlestick", written 29 October 1962
Is it the sea you hear in me,
Its dissatisfactions?
Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness?
--from "Elm", written 19 April 1962
Tag: poetry
Mad Girl's Love Song
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.
Sylvia PlathTag: obsession slavery enthralled
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