“The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”
— Sylvia Plath in The Bell Jar (1963)
“The silence depressed me. It wasn’t the silence of silence. It was my own silence.”
— Sylvia Plath in The Bell Jar (1963)
This was written during a night of insomnia… not so long ago…
I want to be that tree;
as green as its own spring leaves;
as hale as the green fists in the sky;
and as heavy as your gaze,
which ennobles my dreams
in your saneness thoughts.
I want to be the tree on which
you carve your fullest heart.
S