A baby! I hated babies. I, who for two and a half years had been the center of a tender universe, felt the axis wrench and a polar chill immobilize my bones. I would be a bystander, a museum mammoth. Sylvia Plath axisbabybone Change image and share on social
Today is the first of August. It is hot, steamy and wet. It is raining. I am tempted to write a poem. But I remember what it said on one rejection slip: 'After a heavy rainfall, poems titled 'Rain' pour in from across the nation.' Sylvia Plath augustheavyhot share on social
Freedom is not of use to those who do not know how to employ it. Sylvia Plath employfreedom Change image and share on social
