Maxioms by Sylvia Plath
I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.
I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.
What does one woman see in another than a man cannot see? Tenderness
What does one woman see in another than a man cannot see? Tenderness
Kiss me and you will see how important I am.
Kiss me and you will see how important I am.
For me, poetry is an evasion of the real job of writing prose.
For me, poetry is an evasion of the real job of writing prose.
