I would face him, and say simply: I am sad that you are not strong, and do not swim and sail and ski, but you have a strong soul, and I will believe in you and make you invincible on this Earth.
Információk
- Helyszín:
- Heptonstall, United Kingdom
- Születésnap:
- 1932. október 27.
Sylvia Plath wrote: I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig-tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but chosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one... by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
Sylvia Plath wishes everybody on today a Very Merry Christmas. Hope you all have a fantastic day.
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Sylvia Plath : Quick question. Lady GaGa's Dance In The Dark mentions a lot of women whose lives were cut short and a lot of them were famed for issues with certain men, 'Marilyn, Judy, Sylvia, tell them how you feel girls.' Anyone think the Sylvia bit is in relation to our very own Mrs Plath?
Sylvia Plath wrote: If I've killed one man, I've killed two. The vampire who said he was you And drank my blood for a year, Seven years, if you want to know. Daddy, you can lie back now. There's a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always knew it was you. Dadd...y, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.
Sylvia Plath Wrote: Is this the one I am too appear for, Is this the elect one, the one with black eye-pits and a scar? Measuring the flour, cutting off the surplus, Adhering to rules, to rules, to rules. Is this the one for the annunciation? My god, what a laugh!
Sylvia Plath Wrote: I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig-tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but chosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one... by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
Sylvia Plath Wrote: I would face him, and say simply: I am sad that you are not strong, and do not swim and sail and ski, but you have a strong soul, and I will believe in you and make you invincible on this Earth.
Sylvia Plath
Written by Sylvia Plath.
This reading has been posted in respect to Nicholas. Rest In Peace Nick
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