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.

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Birthday:: 27 October 1932

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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!

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I watched the men walk about me in the office. They were so flat!/There was something about them like cardboard, and now I had caught it,/That flat, flat, flatness from which ideas, destructions,/Bulldozers, guillotines, white chambers of shrieks proceed,/Endlessly proceed--and the cold angels, the abstractions.

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And then there were other faces. The faces of nations,/Governments, parliaments, societies,/The faceless faces of important men./It is these men I mind:/They are so jealous of anything that is not flat! They are jealous gods/That would have the whole world flat because they are./I see the Father conversing with the Son./Such flatness cannot but be holy./'Let us make a heaven,' they say./'Let us flatten and launder the grossness from these souls.'

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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.

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The Stones

This is the city where men are mended.
I lie on a great anvil.
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Flew off like the hat of a doll
When I fell out of the light. I entered
The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard.

The mother of pestles diminished me.
I became a still pebble.
The stones of the belly were peaceable,

The head-stone quiet, jostled by nothing.
Only the mouth-hole piped out,
Importunate cricket

In a quarry of silences.
The people of the city heard it.
They hunted the stones, taciturn and separate,

The mouth-hole crying their locations.
Drunk as a foetus
I suck at the paps of darkness.

The food tubes embrace me. Sponges kiss my lichens away.
The jewelmaster drives his chisel to pry
Open one stone eye.

This is the after-hell: I see the light.
A wind unstoppers the chamber
Of the ear, old worrier.

Water mollifies the flint lip,
And daylight lays its sameness on the wall.
The grafters are cheerful,

Heating the pincers, hoi

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