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Then I thought, "No, I broke it myself. I broke it on purpose to pay myself back for being such a heel."
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2a5b73c
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If Doctor Nolan asked me for the matches, I would say that I'd thought they were made of candy and had eaten them.
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f32836d
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Love, love, I have hung our cave with roses.
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And then I wondered if as soon as he came to like me he would sink into ordinariness, and if as soon as he came to love me I would find fault after fault, the way I did with Buddy Willard and the boys before him. The same thing happened over and over: I would catch sight of some flawless man off in the distance, but as soon as he moved closer I immediately saw he wouldn't do at all.
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I am afraid of getting older. I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a day, spare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be free. I want, I think, to be omniscient.
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1f5fe4f
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The storerooms are full of hearts. This is the city of spare parts.
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fe90411
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The trouble was, I hated the idea of serving men in any way.
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0f4c34b
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A skeptic, I would ask for consistency first of all.
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skepticism
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fa27a53
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Masks are the order of the day - and the least I can do is cultivate the illusion that I am gay, serene, not hollow and afraid.
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I felt the mask crumple, the great poisonous store of corrosive ashes begin to spew out of my mouth.
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Sylvia Plath |
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22dbdd2
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One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.
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Sylvia Plath |
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ee9c865
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I have let things slip, a thirty-year~old cargo boat Stubbornly hanging on to my name and address.
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7578426
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I tried to speak in a cool, calm way, but the zombie rose up in my throat and choked me off.
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6b7bf89
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A time of darkness, despair, disillusion-so black only the inferno of the human mind can be-symbolic death, and numb shock-then the painful agony of slow rebirth and psychic regeneration
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I felt now that all the uncomfortable suspicions I had about myself were coming true, and I couldn't hide the truth much longer. After nineteen years of running after good marks and prizes and grants of one sort and another, I was letting up, slowing down, dropping clean out of the race.
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And of course I didn't know who would marry me now that I'd been where I had been. I didn't know at all.
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uncertainty
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650e1cc
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I felt sorry when I came to the last page. I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print the way you crawl through a fence.
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Sylvia Plath |
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ce38fcf
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A little thing, like children putting flowers in my hair, can fill up the widening cracks in my self-assurance like soothing lanolin.
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self-assurance
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4edfe96
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Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts Nor the woman in the ambulance Whore red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly .... Oh my God, what am I
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This is newness: every little tawdry Obstacle glass-wrapped and peculiar, Glinting and clinking in a saint's falsetto. Only you Don't know what to make of the sudden slippiness, The blind, white, awful, inaccessible slant. There's no getting up it by the words you know. No getting up by elephant or wheel or shoe.
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With me, the present is forever, and forever is always shifting, flowing, melting. This second is life. And when it is gone it is dead. But you can't start over with each new second. You have to judge by what is dead. It's like quicksand...hopeless from the start. A story, a picture, can renew sensation a little, but not enough, not enough. Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some g..
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e355af9
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I am the magician's girl who does not flinch.
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24faa10
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I am in danger of wanting my personal absolute to be a demigod of a man, and as there aren't many around, I often unconsciously manufacture my own. and then, I retreat and revel in poetry and literature where the reward value is tangible and accepted. I really do not think deeply. really deeply. I want a romantic nonexistant hero.
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But the life of a Willa Cather, a Lillian Helman, and Virginia Woolf - - - would it not be a series of rapid ascents and probing descents into shades and meanings -- into more people, ideas and conceptions? Would it not be in color, rather than black-and-white, or more gray? I think it would. And thus, I not being them, could try to be more like them: to listen, observe, and feel, and try to live more fully.
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willa-cather
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6b2a28b
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I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering Blue and mystical over the face of the stars Inside the church, the saints will all be blue, Floating on their delicate feet over the cold pews, Their hands and faces stiff with holiness.
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Sylvia Plath |
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ff6a13f
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My hours are married to shadow.
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Sylvia Plath |
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efdbac7
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Blameless as daylight I stood looking At a field of horses, necks bent, manes blown, Tails streaming against the green Backdrop of sycamores. Sun was striking White chapel pinnacles over the roofs, Holding the horses, the clouds, the leaves Steadily rooted though they were all flowing Away to the left like reeds in a sea When the splinter flew in and stuck my eye, Needling it dark. Then I was seeing A melding of shapes in a hot rain: Horses..
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f260248
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My skin is broken out from subconscious anxiety and tension, self-induced. Nothing is more difficult than lashing a vagrant mind suddenly into long self-imposed stints of concentration.
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Sylvia Plath |
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96a9952
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The lawn was white with doctors
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doctors
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ddc1512
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I'm collecting my strength; one day I shall manage without her, and she'll perish with emptiness then, and begin to miss me
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Sylvia Plath |
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2289d55
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The reason I hadn't washed my clothes or my hair was because it seemed so silly. (...) It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash it again the next. It made me tired just to think of it. I wanted to do everything once and for all and be through with it.
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Sylvia Plath |
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a56d0c7
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Let me sit in a flowerpot, The spiders won't notice. My heart is a stopped geranium.
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I also remembered Buddy Willard saying in a sinister, knowing way that after I had children I would feel differently, I wouldn't want to write poems any more. So I began to think maybe it was true that when you were married and had children it was like being brainwashed, and afterward you went about numb as a slave in some private, totalitarian state.
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Sylvia Plath |
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But when I took up my pen, my hand made big, jerky letters like those of a child, and the lines sloped down the page from left to right horizontally, as if they were loops of string lying on the paper, and someone had come along and blown them askew.
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Sylvia Plath |
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7919ee5
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Feel like the recluse who comes out into the world with a life-saving gospel to find everybody has learned a new language in the meantime and can't understand a word he's saying.
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Paralytic It happens. Will it go on? ---- My mind a rock, No fingers to grip, no tongue, My god the iron lung That loves me, pumps My two Dust bags in and out, Will not Let me relapse While the day outside glides by like ticker tape. The night brings violets, Tapestries of eyes, Lights, The soft anonymous Talkers: 'You all right?' The starched, inaccessible breast. Dead egg, I lie Whole On a whole world I cannot touch, At the white, tight D..
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poetry
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sickness
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5e9e4c6
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Sirca fanusun icinde olu bir bebek gibi tikanip kalmis biri icin dunyanin kendisi kotu bir dustur. Bir gun bir yerde -okulda, Avrupa'da, herhangi bir yerde- o bogucu carpitmalariyla sirca fanusun yeniden uzerime inmeyecegini nasil bilebilirdim?
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Sylvia Plath |
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738f696
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I need someone to pour myself into.
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Sylvia Plath |
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72ffb27
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As I paddled on, mt heartbeat boomed like a motor in my ears. I am I am I am.
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Sylvia Plath |
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f906d42
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All night your moth-breath Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen. A far sea moves in my ear.
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sylvia-plath
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a707702
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Then my gaze slid over the people to the blaze of green beyond the diaphanous curtains, and I felt as if I were sitting in the window of an enormous department store. The figures around me weren't people, but shop dummies, painted to resemble people and propped up in attitudes counterfeiting life.
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Sylvia Plath |
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I lay in that tub on the seventeenth floor of this hotel for-women-only, high up over the jazz and push of New York, for near unto an hour, and I felt myself growing pure again. I don't believe in baptism or the waters of Jordan or anything like that, but I guess I feel about a hot bath the way those religious people feel about holy water.
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Sylvia Plath |
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a64fadb
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I don't want to use higher education as an escape from responsibility, but I feel there is so much more awareness I should have before plunging onto the field of battle.
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Sylvia Plath |
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0de1a6d
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I felt very low. I had been unmasked only that morning by Jay Cee herself, and I felt now that all the uncomfortable suspicions I had about myself were coming true. After nineteen years of running after good marks and prizes and grants of one sort and another, I was letting up, slowing down, dropping clean out of race.
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