This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. The trees of the mind are black. The light is blue.
Sylvia PlathDoing all the little tricky things it takes to grow up, step by step, into an anxious and unsettling world.
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 Plath