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I wonder about all the roads not taken and am moved to quote Frost...but won't. It is sad to be able only to mouth other poets. I want someone to mouth me.

Sylvia Plath

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Sylvia Plath
Age: 30 †
Born: 1932
Born: October 27
Died: 1963
Died: February 11
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As from a star I saw, coldly and soberly, the separateness of everything. I felt the wall of my skin I am I. That stone is a stone. My beautiful fusion with the things of this world was over.
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With that strange knowing that comes over me, like a clairvoyance, I know that I am sure of myself and my enormous and alarmingly timeless love for you which will always be.
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I am so hungry for a big smashing creative burgeoning burdened love.
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I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.
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What I hate is the thought of being under a man's thumb, I had told Doctor Nolan. A man doesn't have a worry in the world, while I've got a baby hanging over my head like a big stick, to keep me in line.
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As a poet I would say everything should be able to come into a poem but I can't put toothbrushes in a poem. I really can't.
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I am dead to them, even though I once flowered.
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Oh what a poet I will flay myself into.
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One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.
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A terrible depression yesterday. Visions of my life petering out into a kind of soft-brained stupor from lack of use.
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I never feel so much myself as when I'm in a hot bath.
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She stared at her reflection in the glossed shop windows as if to make sure, moment by moment, that she continued to exist.
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And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches.
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