The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it. – Sylvia Plath
I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart: I am, I am, I am. – Sylvia Plath
The blood jet is poetry and there is no stopping it. – Sylvia Plath
I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart: I am, I am, I am. – Sylvia Plath
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again. – Sylvia Plath
Catch a vista of maples in that long light and you see Autumn glowing through the leaves…. The promise of gold and crimson is there among the branches, though as yet it is achieved on only a stray branch, an impatient limb or an occasional small tree which has not yet learned to time its changes. – Hal Borland