I have stitched life into me like a rare organ.
SYLVIA PLATHI have stitched life into me like a rare organ.
SYLVIA PLATHI love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn.
SYLVIA PLATHI find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have written a poem.
SYLVIA PLATHI dream too much, work too little.
SYLVIA PLATHI am dead to them, even though I once flowered.
SYLVIA PLATHI took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am.
SYLVIA PLATHI woke to the sound of rain.
SYLVIA PLATHI like people too much or not at all. I’ve got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.
SYLVIA PLATHI am too pure for you or anyone.
SYLVIA PLATHI want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.
SYLVIA PLATHI felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.
SYLVIA PLATHIf the body is a temple, then tattoos are its stained glass windows.
SYLVIA PLATHEverything in life is writable.
SYLVIA PLATHWe must be moving, working, making dreams to run toward; the poverty of life without dreams is too horrible to imagine.
SYLVIA PLATHWe should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.
SYLVIA PLATHIt is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.
SYLVIA PLATH