Sylvia Plath Quotes:
Ocupation: Poet
Life: October 27, 1932 - February 11, 1963
Birthday: October 27
Death: February 11
On the train: staring hypnotized at the blackness outside the window, feeling the incomparable rhythmic language of the wheels, clacking out nursery rhymes, summing up moments of the mind like the chant of a broken record: god is dead, god is dead. going, going, going. and the pure bliss of this, the erotic rocking of the coach. France splits open like a ripe fig in the mind; we are raping the land, we are not stopping.
source: Sylvia Plath (2013). “The Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.94, Anchor
topic: Land, Nurse, Broken, God Is Dead, Pure Bliss, Figs, Nursery Rhymes, Summing Up
