Ocupation: Poet
Life: October 27, 1932 - February 11, 1963
Birthday: October 27
Death: February 11
But I am I now; and so many other millions are so irretrievably their own special variety of 'I' that I can hardly bear to think of it. I: how firm a letter; how reassuring the three strokes: one vertical, proud and assertive, and then the two short horizontal lines in quick, smug succession. The pen scratching on the paper…I…I…I…I…I…I.
source: Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.34, Anchor
topic: Thinking, Two, Special, Horizontal Lines, Vertical, Horizontal