#The Collected Poems
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daweyt ยท 6 months ago
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Wallace Stevens, from โ€œThe Collected Poems; โ€˜Sunday Morning,โ€™โ€ published c. 1954.
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majestativa ยท 11 months ago
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The slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull.
โ€”ย Sylvia Plath,ย The Collected Poems, (1981)
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dk-thrive ยท 2 months ago
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I have stitched life into me like a rare organ.
โ€” Sylvia Plath, from "Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices" in "The Collected Poems (Harper Perennial; November 15, 2016) (via Thoughts)
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sylviaplathink ยท 2 years ago
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Via @annenoodle on Twitter
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MAD GIRLโ€™S LOVE SONG
A Villanelle
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hellโ€™s fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satanโ€™s men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied youโ€™d return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
โ€“Sylvia Plath, written 1954, in: The Collected Poems, 1981
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lxvenderghost ยท 11 months ago
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เฑจเงŽ hi from the most annoying person u know โœฉโ‚Š
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bitemeszn ยท 1 year ago
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Sylvia Plath, Winter Landscapes, with Rooks from The Collected Poems
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roselynvictoria ยท 6 months ago
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Each day demands we create our whole world over, disguising the constant horror in a coat of many-colored fictions; we mask out past in the green of Eden, pretend future's shining fruit can sprout from the navel of this present waste.
โ€• Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems
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anotherformofescapism ยท 1 year ago
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A well spent day: Platters, books, friends, puzzles and art
๐ŸŽตโ€ข All this time -by Louis Tomlinson.
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embeccy ยท 11 months ago
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"Years go, dreams go, and youth goes too, the world's heart breaks beneath its wars,"
- Sara Teasdale
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imdorogaya ยท 2 years ago
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"Eighteen Days Without You"
Catch me. I'm your disease.
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knatantfreeze ยท 1 year ago
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"๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐. ๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐.
๐˜๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฌ๐ญ๐ž๐ ๐š๐ง๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐œ๐ซ๐ข๐ž๐.
๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐š๐Ÿ๐ญ๐ž๐ซ ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ
๐ˆ ๐ฐ๐š๐ฅ๐ค๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ฅ๐จ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ,
๐œ๐ซ๐จ๐š๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐š๐ฆ๐ž ๐จ๐ฅ๐
๐ญ๐ซ๐š๐ง๐ช๐ฎ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ณ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐ ,
๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐จ๐ง๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ฎ๐ง๐ž
๐ˆ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ ๐ฅ๐ž๐š๐ซ๐ง๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐œ๐š๐ซ๐ซ๐ฒ.
๐ˆ๐ง ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐ฒ ๐ญ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ž
๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐›๐ซ๐š๐ข๐ง,
๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ฆ๐ž๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ๐ฒ ๐›๐ž๐ ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ,
๐ญ๐ก๐š๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฆ๐ž ๐ข๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฌ๐œ๐จ๐ซ๐ž๐,
๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ง๐ž๐ž๐
๐ญ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐š๐ฒ ๐ข๐ญ ๐›๐š๐œ๐ค.
๐™๐™๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฌ๐™š๐™ง๐™š ๐™ฉ๐™๐™ง๐™š๐™š ๐™˜๐™ง๐™ค๐™ฌ๐™จ
๐™จ๐™–๐™ฉ ๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐™– ๐™ฉ๐™ง๐™š๐™š
๐™Ž๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™œ ๐˜ฝ๐™ž๐™ก๐™ก๐™ฎ ๐™ˆ๐™–g๐™š๐™š ๐™ˆ๐™–๐™œ๐™–๐™ฌ.
๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐จ ๐ง๐จ๐ญ ๐ง๐ž๐ž๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฆ๐ž.
๐ˆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ค๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ž ๐ฌ๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐ ๐จ๐Ÿ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฏ๐จ๐ข๐œ๐ž
๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ง ๐ฐ๐ก๐ž๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐ง๐ž ๐Ÿ๐ซ๐จ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐œ๐ก๐จ๐จ๐ฅ
๐š๐ฌ๐ค๐ข๐ง๐  ๐Ÿ๐จ๐ซ ๐ฆ๐จ๐ง๐ž๐ฒ."
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chouuchou ยท 2 years ago
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I fancied youโ€™d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
โ€“Sylvia Plath, written 1954, The Collected Poems, 1981
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majestativa ยท 11 months ago
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In his eye's darkroom I can see my X-rayed heart, dissected body: I am sending back the key that let me into bluebeard's study.
โ€”ย Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems, (1981)
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reuels ยท 2 years ago
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Sara Teasdale,ย The Collected Poems
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sylviaplathink ยท 1 year ago
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Submitted by https://dis-contented.tumblr.com/:
An etching and dot work style tattoo I got back in 2014, a mashup of the quotes below.
"To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream."
"I took a deep breathย and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am."
--Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar, Chapter Twenty, 1963
Artist: https://www.instagram.com/heidivixenart/
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ivynightshade ยท 3 months ago
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fatima aamer bilal, excerpt from moony moonless skyโ€™s โ€˜i am an observer, but not by choice.โ€™
[text id: my fist has always been clenched around the handle of an invisible suitcase. / i am always ready to leave. / there is not a single room in this world where i belong.]
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