Sylvia Plath
4 quotations
Is there no way out of the mind?
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.
Widow. The word consumes itself.
Is there no way out of the mind?
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.
Widow. The word consumes itself.