Posts Tagged: Ariel

Sylvia Plath on death and desire
I’m sunk in Sylvia Plath right now. It’s dangerous. Look: These lines, here: Something else Hauls me through air— Thighs, hair; Flakes from my heels. White Godiva, I unpeel— Dead hands, dead stringencies. make me come apart,

Sylvia Plath on death and desire
I’m sunk in Sylvia Plath right now. It’s dangerous. Look: These lines, here: Something else Hauls me through air— Thighs, hair; Flakes from my heels. White Godiva, I unpeel— Dead hands, dead stringencies. make me come apart,