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I feel terribly vulnerable and 'not-myself' when I'm not writing.
Sylvia Plath
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Sylvia Plath
Age: 30 †
Born: 1932
Born: October 27
Died: 1963
Died: February 11
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Victoria Lucas
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I do not fear it: I have been there.
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Ash, ash —- You poke and stir. Flesh, bone, there is nothing there—— A cake of soap, A wedding ring, A gold filling. Herr God, Herr Lucifer Beware Beware. Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air.
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Doing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up, step by step, into an anxious and unsettling world.
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I think the coming of spring, the stars overhead, the first snowfall and so on are gifts for a child, a young poet.
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It is best to meet in a cul-de-sac, A palace of velvet With windows of mirrors. There one is safe, There are no family photographs, No rings through the nose, no cries.
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Oh what a poet I will flay myself into.
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You are the one. Solid the spaces lean on, envious. You are the baby in the barn.
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I must get my soul back from you I am killing my flesh without it.
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And if you have no past or future which, after all, is all that the present is made of, why then you may as well dispose of the empty shell of present and commit suicide.
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