I need not to be more with others, but to be more & more deeply, richly alone. Recreating worlds.
Sylvia PlathI think the coming of spring, the stars overhead, the first snowfall and so on are gifts for a child, a young poet.
Sylvia PlathAlthough, I admit, I desire, Occasionally, some backtalk From the mute sky, I can't honestly complain: A certain minor light may still Lean incandescent Out of kitchen table or chair As if a celestial burning took Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then --
Sylvia Plath