I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. (Anchor; Unabridged edition October 17, 2000) Advertisements
There can be no more beautiful spot to die in, no spot more worthy of total despair, than one’s own novel. — Franz Kafka, Diaries, 1910-1923. (Schocken, October 30, 1988) Originally published 1949.
I’ve learned to value failed conversations, missed connections, confusions. What remains is what’s unsaid, what’s underneath. Understanding on another level of being. — Anna Kamieńska, from “A Nest of Quiet: A Notebook,” transl. Clare Cavanagh, Poetry (May 2012)
I feel the weight of stars… — Theodore Roethke, from “A Nest of Light,” Straw for the Fire: From the Notebooks of Theodore Roethke. (Copper Canyon Press, November 1, 2006)
Imagine me; I shall not exist if you do not imagine me; try to discern the doe in me, trembling in the forest of my own iniquity; let’s even smile a little. After all, there is no harm in smiling. ― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita. (Olympia Press 1955)
Good-night, sweet princess. You are still on your own; be stoic; don’t panic; get through this hell to the generous sweet overflowing giving love of spring. — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath. (Anchor; Unabridged edition October 17, 2000)
So I kiss him, and there is the great dark sea ahead, and above the sheaves of yellow stars, shoals of cold bright pieces of light and the great wind….. and I, strange and elated with a new wonder, child-like in my sudden power, look with eyes large in love and amazement at this intent… Continue reading Sylvia Plath