In a rabbit-fear I may hurl myself under the wheels of the car because the lights terrify me, and under the dark… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
When I fell out of the light, I entered The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone. There is an off-focus light cast by… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I can't deceive myself out of the bare stark realization that no matter how enthusiastic you are, no matter how sure that… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Although, I admit, I desire, Occasionally, some backtalk From the mute sky, I can't honestly complain: A certain minor light may still… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly, as the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“There is this white wall, above which the sky creates itself- Infinite, green, utterly untouchable. Angels swim in it, and the stars,… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me Cruelly, being barren. Her radiance scathes me. Or perhaps I have caught her. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
... These are my hands My knees. I may be skin and bone, Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman. ... --Lady Lazarus — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Sure, I’m dramatic and sloppily semi-cynical and semi-sentimental. But, in leisure years I could grow and choose my way. Now I am living on… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn't see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better than writing… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I couldn't stand the idea of a woman having to have a single pure life and a man being able to have a double… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed over? No,… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“The city had faded my tan, though. I looked yellow as a Chinaman. Ordinarily, I would have been nervous about my dress and my… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
A million years of evolution, Eric said bitterly, and what are we? Animals. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I have stitched life into me like a rare organ --from "Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices", written 1962” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
