God, but life is loneliness, despite all the opiates, despite the shrill tinsel gaiety of “parties” with no purpose, despite the false grinning faces we all wear. And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter – they… Continue reading Sylvia Plath
can our dreams ever blur the intransigent lines which draw the shape that shuts us in? — Sylvia Plath, from “Tale of a Tub,” The Collected Poems (HarperPerennial, 1992)
(where do they hide the young, tender years?) — Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. (Anchor; Unabridged edition October 17, 2000)
I am the ghost of an infamous suicide,My own blue razor rusting in my throat. — Sylvia Plath, from “Electra On Azalea Plath,” Hudson Review: Autumn 1960
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)
Nor am I the beauty of a garden bed — Sylvia Plath, from “I am Vertical,” The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath, edited by Ted Hughes. (Turtleback Books December 25th 1981) Originally published 1981.
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)