I have been holding a dialogue with myself and girding myself to stand fast without running.
Sylvia PlathAnd I, stepping from this skin Of old bandages, boredoms, old faces Step to you from the black car of Lethe, Pure as a baby.
Sylvia PlathI have been holding a dialogue with myself and girding myself to stand fast without running.
Sylvia PlathAnd I, stepping from this skin Of old bandages, boredoms, old faces Step to you from the black car of Lethe, Pure as a baby.
Sylvia Plath