Sylvia Plath, from Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices [ID in alt text]
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Sylvia Plath, from “Poem for a Birthday: Who.” [ID in alt text]
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I feel occasionally my skull will crack, fatigue is continuous - I only go from less exhausted to more exhausted & back again.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘we were put on this earth desperate, hungry and willing.’
[text id: in a sharp set of knives, i looked for a hand to hold. / i could not stop myself from needing to belong somewhere, even if that somewhere was a burial ground.]
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In the month of red leaves I climb to a bed of fire.
Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems; from ‘Poem for a Birthday’
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The slime of all my yesterdays
rots in the hollow of my skull.
— Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems, (1981)
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Sylvia Plath, from The Collected Poems of Sylvia Plath; "Three Women," (edited)
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When He keeps quiet, who then can condemn? - Job 34:29
Psalm 102 - Semler / Half-light: Collected Poems - Frank Bidart / The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath - Sylvia Plath / Greywaren - Maggie Stiefvater
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Sylvia Plath, from “The Jailer.”
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Sylvia Plath, from “Poem for a Birthday: Witch Burning.”
[Text ID: “We grow. It hurts at first.”
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Girl, aging girl, is haunted by own nothingness & devours views from windows (stories, movies, overheard talk & sights in the street, pictures in newspapers, etc.) with continuous feeling she is ‘just about’, miraculously, to come into her own – her own life.
Sylvia Plath
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless sky’s ‘i am tired of making a religion out of my suffering’.
[text id: i am too little, and too much, and never enough.]
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I should have murdered this, that murders me.
Sylvia Plath, Collected Poems; from ‘Three Women’
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"What I want back is what I was"
-Sylvia Plath, from "The Eye-Mote", 1959, in The Colossus and Other Poems, 1960
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