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Sylvia Plath

"Oh what a poet I will flay myself into."

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"Oh what a poet I will flay myself into."

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"Poetry most often communicates emotions, not directly, but by creating imaginatively the grounds for those emotions. It therefore communicates something more than the emotion; only by means of that something more does it communicate the emotion at all."

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"We often forget to draw a new picture because we are so busy criticizing other paintings."

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"A beautiful poem is nothing but a mirror of philosophy through which we can see life's pure beauty."

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"Poets create a beautiful blue sky where you can fly with wings of imagination and find yourself again and again."

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"Literature tries to express the intricate inner beauties of life. Philosophy tries to explain the intricate inner beauties and conflicts of thoughts."

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"Listen to the song of silence to understand the unsung music of the heart."

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"Brave love, dreamnot of staunching such strict flame, but come,lean to my wound; burn on, burn on."
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"I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here."
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"This boy - his name was Eric - said he thought it disgusting the way all the girls at my college stood around on the porches under the porch lights and in the bushes in plain view, necking madly before the one o'clock curfew, so everybody passing by could see them. A million years of evolution, Eric said bitterly, and what are we? Animals."
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"Feel oddly barren. My sickness is when words draw in their horns and the physical world refuses to be ordered, recreated, arranged and selected. I am a victim of it then, not a master."
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"This is a case without a body.The body does not come into it at all."
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"I wanted to crawl in between those black lines of print, the way you crawl through a fence, and go to sleep under that beautiful big green fig-tree."
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