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—Sylvia Plath, for Ruth Fainlight, “Elm” from Collected Poems.

#sylvia plath #elm #collected poems #lit b #is it the sea you hear in me its dissatisfactions? or the voice of nothing that was your madness?#or shall i bring you the sound of poisons? this is rain now this big hush and this is the fruit of it: tin-white like arsenic #i have suffered the atrocity of sunsents #her radiance scathes me #i am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me; all day i feel its soft feathery turnings it malignity #that kill that kill that kill #listen #im posting this for myself #the whole thing #because i need it #and im still not sure of the legality of doing this but whatever #just kidding #i feel like im going to throw up #im posting it anyway #but still #everythings illegal and you shouldnt touch any of it

“I cultivate myself where the sun gutters from the sky, where the sea swings in like an iron gate and we touch.”

— Anne Sexton, “The Truth the Dead Know”, from The Complete Poems

#anne sexton #the truth the dead know #lit b #stanza 2

'Death is woven in with the violets,' said Louis. 'Death and again death.'

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

#virginia woolf #the waves #lit b #tw: death

I understand the degree of purity of a person, by only his touch. The problem is the touch. It is the rhythm. If no goodness is radiated, everyone is a fraud.

Dazai Osamu (太宰治), Pandora’s Box (Japanese title: パンドラの匣 [Pandora no Hako])

#dazai osamu #pandoras box #lit b #are there any poets to eloquently recite even in the small green patches in the corners of the ruins of a fire #probably translated by shelley marshall

'Such is the incomprehensible combination,' said Bernard, 'such is the complexity of things, that as I descend the staircase I do not know which is sorrow, which joy. My son is born; Percival is dead. I am upheld by pillars, shored up on either side by stark emotions; but which is sorrow, which is joy? I ask, and do not know, only that I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my world.'

Virginia Woolf, The Waves

#virginia woolf #the waves #lit b #tw: death mention

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