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Sylvia Plath

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I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.


— Sylvia Plath


#love #poetry #yearning #love

I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name.


— Sylvia Plath


#poetry-quotes

I wish you’d find the exit out of my head.


— Sylvia Plath


#love

The truth comes to me. The truth loves me.


— Sylvia Plath


#love

The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole--- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.


— Sylvia Plath


#light #night #poetry #stars #death

I like people too much or not at all.


— Sylvia Plath


#humor

I don't see,' I said, 'how people stand being old. Your insides all dry up. When you're young you're so self-reliant. You don't even need much religion.


— Sylvia Plath


#religion #age

What is so real as the cry of a child? A rabbit's cry may be wilder But it has no soul.


— Sylvia Plath


#children #cry #motherhood #rabbit #motherhood

I was my own woman. The next step was to find the proper sort of man.


— Sylvia Plath


#women-s-strength #inspirational

I love the people,' I said. 'I have room in me for love, and for ever so many little lives.


— Sylvia Plath


#love






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Did you know about Sylvia Plath?

Plath took a job as a receptionist in the psychiatric unit of Massachusetts General Hospital and in the evening took creative writing seminars given by poet Robert Lowell (also attended by the writers Anne Sexton and George Starbuck). " She edited The Smith Review and during the summer after her third year of college Plath was awarded a coveted position as guest editor at Mademoiselle magazine during which Sylvia Plath spent a month in New York City. Plath's father was an entomologist and was professor of biology and German at Boston University; he also authored a book about bumblebees.

She married fellow poet Ted Hughes in 1956 and they lived together first in the United States and then England having two children together Frieda and Nicholas. Controversy continues to surround the events of her life and death as well as her writing and legacy.

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