29 ordspråk av Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath föddes den
27 Oktober 1932 och dog den 11 Februar
1963 - whose best known works are preoccupied with alienation, death and self-destruction.
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My body is a pebble to them, they tend it as water tends to the pebbles it must run over, smoothing them gently.'
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Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished writing.
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One soul passes through the other, frail as smoke And utterly ignorant of the way it took.
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Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And eat men like air
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Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
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The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it.
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The man creates a pseudonym and hides behind it like a worm
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The velvet dodges of the hypocrit
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There must be quite a few things that a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them.
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Tree and Stone glittered, without shadows. My finger-length grew lucent as glass. I started to bud like a March twig: An arm and a leg, an arm, a leg. From stone to cloud, so I ascended.
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What does one woman see in another than a man cannot see? Tenderness
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What does one woman see in another than a man cannot see? Tenderness
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Widow. The word consumes itself.
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