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Buddhism Quote by Sylvia Plath

“Paralytic It happens. Will it go on? ---- My mind a rock, No fingers to grip, no tongue, My god the iron lung That loves me, pumps My two Dust bags in and out, Will not Let me relapse While the day outside glides by like ticker tape. The night brings violets, Tapestries of eyes, Lights, The soft…” quote by Sylvia Plath
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““Paralytic It happens. Will it go on? ---- My mind a rock, No fingers to grip, no tongue, My god the iron lung That loves me, pumps My two Dust bags in and out, Will not Let me relapse While the day outside glides by like ticker tape. The night brings violets, Tapestries of eyes, Lights, The soft anonymous Talkers: 'You all right?' The starched, inaccessible breast. Dead egg, I lie Whole On a whole world I cannot touch, At the white, tight Drum of my sleeping couch Photographs visit me ---- My wife, dead and flat, in 1920 furs, Mouth full of pearls, Two girls As flat as she, who whisper 'We're your daughters.' The still waters Wrap my lips, Eyes, nose and ears, A clear Cellophane I cannot crack. On my bare back I smile, a buddha, all Wants, desire Falling from me like rings Hugging their lights. The claw Of the magnolia, Drunk on its own scents, Asks nothing of life.””

Sylvia Plath

About This Quote

Source Poem: Unpublished manuscript, 1962

A fragmented meditation on illness, isolation, and the yearning for connection amid physical decay.

In simple terms: Illness isolates but the mind still seeks comfort and meaning.

Key Takeaway

Find moments of beauty even in suffering.

Themes

suffering isolation longing identity mortality

Mood

melancholic reflective hopeful

Type

poetic confessional lypective

When to use this quote

  • hospital stay
  • chronic illness
  • grief processing
  • creative writing
  • therapy

Key Concepts

existentialism psychological introspection imagery

Questions to Reflect On

  • How does physical confinement shape inner dialogue?
  • What small comforts can anchor us in pain?
A Different Perspective

The poem’s abstract style may obscure practical coping strategies for readers.

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