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 PlathI am sure there are things that can't be cured by a good bath but I can't think of one.
Sylvia PlathIf I was going to fall, I would hang on to my small comforts, at least, for as long as I possibly could.
Sylvia PlathIs to throw together events from my own life, fictionalizing to add colorโitโs a pot boiler really, but I think it will show how isolated a person feels when he is suffering a breakdown . . . Iโve tried to picture my world and the people in it as seen through the distorting lens of a bell jar.
Sylvia PlathI am afraid of getting older โฆ I am afraid of getting married. Spare me from cooking three meals a dayโspare me from the relentless cage of routine and rote. I want to be freeโฆ. I want, I want to think, to be omniscientโฆ. I think I would like to call myself โThe girl who wanted to be God.
Sylvia Plath