If you dissect a bird / to diagram the tongue, / you'll cut the chord / articulating song.
Sylvia PlathA terrible depression yesterday. Visions of my life petering out into a kind of soft-brained stupor from lack of use.
Sylvia PlathAntoine St. Exupery once mourned the loss of a man and the secret treasures that he held inside him. I loved Exupery; I will read him again, and he will talk to me, not being dead, or gone. Is that life after death — mind living on paper and flesh living in offspring? Maybe. I do not know.
Sylvia Plath