Sylvia Plath says:

sylvia plath

” I feel good with my husband: I like his warmth and his bigness and his being-there and his making and his jokes and stories and what he reads and how he likes fishing and walks and pigs and foxes and little animals and is honest and not vain or fame-crazy and how he shows his gladness for what I cook him and joy for when I make him something, a poem or a cake, and how he is troubled when I am unhappy and wants to do anything so I can fight out my soul-battles and grow up with courage and a philosophical ease. “

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Sylvia Plath says:

sylvia plath

I shut my eyes
and all the world
drops dead;
I lift my lids
and all is born again.

(I think I made you up
inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing
out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness
gallops in:
I shut my eyes and
all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you
bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck,
kissed me quite insane.

(I think I made you
up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky,
hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and
all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return
the way you said,
But I grow old and
I forget your name.

(I think I made you
up inside my head.)

I should have loved
a Thunderbird instead;
At least when spring
comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and
all the world drops dead.

(I think I made you up
inside my head.)

Sylvia Plath says:

sylvia plath

” Life was not to be sitting in
hot amorphic leisure in my backyard
idly writing or not writing,
…. as the spirit moved me.

 It was, instead, running madly,
in a crowded schedule,
in a squirrel cage of busy people.

Working, living, dancing, dreaming, talking, kissing- singing, laughing, learning.”