sylvia plath
əjdaha lazımdı
izlə
dostlar
mən
googlla
lady lazarus - the bell jar - mənasızlıq - intihar edən yazarlar - underrated və overrated yazarlar - a beautiful mind - intihar - mad girl's love song - ürəyin hisslərlə əlaqəsi
dostlarının yazdıqları:
"i can never read all the books i want; i can never be all the people i want and live all the lives i want. i can never train myself in all the skills i want. and why do i want? 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."
i am vertical
but i would rather be horizontal.
i am not a tree with my root in the soil
sucking up minerals and motherly love
so that each march i may gleam into leaf,
nor am i the beauty of a garden bed
attracting my share of ahs and spectacularly painted,
unknowing i must soon unpetal.
compared with me, a tree is immortal
and a flower-head not tall, but more startling,
and i want the one's longevity and the other's daring.
tonight, in the infinitesimal light of the stars,
the trees and the flowers have been strewing their cool odors.
i walk among them, but none of them are noticing.
sometimes i think that when i am sleeping
i must most perfectly resemble them --
thoughts gone dim.
it is more natural to me, lying down.
then the sky and i are in open conversation,
and i shall be useful when i lie down finally:
then the trees may touch me for once, and the flowers have time for me.
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