I am helpless as the sea
at the end of her string.
I am restless.
Restless and useless.
I, too, create corpses.
at the end of her string.
I am restless.
Restless and useless.
I, too, create corpses.
| — | Sylvia Plath, from Three Women |
Daily Archives: September 29, 2015
My Beloved Emily
I write you many letters with pens which are not seen.
Do you receive them?
| — | Emily Dickinson, from a letter, November 1854 |
