Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were a part of me. They were my landscape.
Sylvia PlathOne thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.
Sylvia PlathMaybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were a part of me. They were my landscape.
Sylvia PlathOne thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.
Sylvia Plath