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Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
American Poet
Born: Oct 27, 1932
Died: Feb 11, 1963
First Life Me Think Will You
Related authors: Edgar Allan Poe Emily Dickinson Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Maya Angelou Ralph Waldo Emerson Robert Frost T. S. Eliot Walt Whitman
Kiss me and you will see how important I am. Sylvia Plath
Me You Will Kiss Important See How Am
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing. Sylvia Plath
Nothing Everything Dangerously Ourselves Find Perhaps Because Close Wanting
What I want back is what I was. Sylvia Plath
Back Want
It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative - whichever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it. Sylvia Plath
Positive Life Negative My Life Despairing Run Running Joyous Were Currents Electric Moment Floods Two
And by the way, everything in life is writable about if you have the outgoing guts to do it, and the imagination to improvise. The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt. Sylvia Plath
Life You Creativity Enemy Improvise Imagination Everything Way Worst Outgoing About Guts Self-Doubt
I want to live and feel all the shades, tones, and variations of mental and physical experience possible in my life. And I am horribly limited. Sylvia Plath
Life Experience My Life Live Possible Physical Shades Horribly Mental Variations Feel Limited Am Want Tones
I am a victim of introspection. Sylvia Plath
Victim Introspection Am
When you are insane, you are busy being insane - all the time. Sylvia Plath
Time You Busy Insane Being
I remember that as I was writing a poem on 'Snow' when I was eight, I said aloud, 'I wish I could have the ability to write down the feelings I have now when I am little, because when I grow up, I will know how to write, but I will have forgotten what being little feels like.' Sylvia Plath
Writing Remember Will Wish Feelings Down Ability Poem Could Write Feels Like Aloud Know Because Said How Am Up Snow Forgotten Being Eight Little Grow Grow Up Now
How frail the human heart must be - a mirrored pool of thought. Sylvia Plath
Heart Thought Pool Human Heart Frail Must How Human
Freedom is not of use to those who do not know how to employ it. Sylvia Plath
Freedom Those Employ Know How Use Who
Wear your heart on your skin in this life. Sylvia Plath
Life Heart Skin Wear Your
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again. Sylvia Plath
Eyes World All The World Born Born-Again Lift Drops Dead Again Shut
Indecision and reveries are the anesthetics of constructive action. Sylvia Plath
Action Indecision Constructive Reverie
Today is the first of August. It is hot, steamy and wet. It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem. But I remember what it said on one rejection slip: 'After a heavy rainfall, poems titled 'Rain' pour in from across the nation.' Sylvia Plath
Today Rain Remember Pour First Nation Rejection Slip Tempted Poem Poems Write Hot Said Am August Wet Heavy After Across Raining
I don't believe that the meek will inherit the earth; The meek get ignored and trampled. Sylvia Plath
Will Believe Meek Earth Get Trampled Ignored Inherit
Is there no way out of the mind? Sylvia Plath
Mind Way Out
My mother's face floated to mind, a pale, reproachful moon, at her last and first visit to the asylum since my twentieth birthday. A daughter in an asylum! I had done that to her. Still, she had obviously decided to forgive me. Sylvia Plath
Birthday Me Mother Mind Moon Face Daughter First Visit Asylum Had Since Obviously She Still Forgive Forgive Me Done Decided Twentieth Pale Her Last
How we need another soul to cling to. Sylvia Plath
Soul Another How Cling Need
I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Sylvia Plath
Sad Happy Active Constantly Passive Being Choice
I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed over? No, it was the poetry. Sylvia Plath
Made Skin Cold Saw Ghost Poetry Had Over Know Passed Did
I must discipline myself. I must be imaginative and create plots, knit motives, probe dialogue - rather than merely trying to record descriptions and sensations. The latter is pointless, without purpose, unless it is later to be synthesized into a story. The latter is also a rather pronounced symptom of an oversensitive and unproductive ego. Sylvia Plath
Myself Ego Discipline Symptom Unless Later Latter Plots Must Record Unproductive Rather Purpose Pointless Merely Knit Also Without Dialogue Motives Than Trying Probe Sensations Story Create Descriptions Imaginative
There is so much hurt in this game of searching for a mate, of testing, trying. And you realize suddenly that you forgot it was a game, and turn away in tears. Sylvia Plath
You Game Hurt Tears Mate Testing Trying Forgot Turn Realize Much Suddenly Searching Away
Everybody had to go to some college or other. A business college, a junior college, a state college, a secretarial college, an Ivy League college, a pig farmer's college. The book first, then the work. Sylvia Plath
Work Business Book College First Other Everybody State Secretarial Some Had League Pig Go Ivy Ivy League Junior Junior College Then Farmer
There must be quite a few things a hot bath won't cure, but I don't know many of them. Sylvia Plath
Few Bath Must Hot Know Cure Few Things Quite Them Many Things
There is an increasing market for mental hospital stuff. I am a fool if I don't relive it, recreate it. Sylvia Plath
Fool Increasing Market Mental Relive Hospital Recreate Stuff Am
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