Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plathwas one of the most renowned and influential poets, novelists, and short story writers of the 20th century. Born in Boston, Massachusetts, she studied at Smith College and Newnham College at the University of Cambridge before receiving acclaim as a poet and writer. She was married to fellow poet Ted Hughes from 1956 until they separated in September of 1962. They lived together in the United States and then the United Kingdom and had two children, Frieda and Nicholas...
NationalityAmerican
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth27 October 1932
CountryUnited States of America
Your room is not your prison. You are.
I am myself. That is not enough.
I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have.
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.
I like people too much or not at all.
It is as if my life were magically run by two electric currents: joyous positive and despairing negative--which ever is running at the moment dominates my life, floods it.
I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss? Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?
When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know.
See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.
I wish you’d find the exit out of my head.
Wear your heart on your skin in this life.
I am gone quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know, places I can never go, and people I can never be.
And I sit here without identity: faceless. My head aches.
If neurotic is wanting two mutually exclusive things at one and the same time, then I'm neurotic as hell.