Posts tagged Sylvia Plath.

A blithe, itchy eager state where the poem itself, the story itself is supreme

    — Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals by Sylvia Plath, edited by Karen V. Kukil

Posted by hiddenshores

And round her house she set
Such a barricade of barb and check
Against mutinous weather
As no mere insurgent man could hope to break
With curse, fist, threat
Or love, either.

    — Sylvia Plath, from “Spinster”

Posted by miscfisc

This is the silence of astounded souls.


Sylvia Plath, from “Crossing the Water

Favourite final sentences

Posted by weissewiese

The little grasses
Crack through stone, and they are green with life.


Sylvia Plath, from Three Women 

Favourite final sentences

(via weissewiese)

Posted by weissewiese

I shall be as good as new.

    — Sylvia Plath, from “The Stones”

Posted by growing-orbits

In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman
rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish.

    — Sylvia Plath, from "Mirror" (thanks, light-loves-the-dark)