Antoine 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 โ mind living on paper and flesh living in offspring? Maybe. I do not know.
Sylvia PlathWhy do we electrocute men for murdering an individual and then pin a purple heart on them for mass slaughter of someone arbitrarily labeled โenemy?
Sylvia PlathI didnโt want any flowers, I only wanted To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty. How free it is, you have no idea how freeโโ The peacefulness is so big it dazes you, And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets. It is what the dead close on, finally; I imagine them Shutting their mouths on it, like a Communion tablet.
Sylvia PlathI thought if only I had a keen, shapely bone structure to my face or could discuss politics shrewdly or was a famous writer Constantin might find me interesting enough to sleep with. And then I wondered if as soon as he came to like me he would sink into ordinariness, and if as soon as he came to love me I would find fault, the way I did with Buddy Willard and the boys before him.
Sylvia Plath