“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.”
Quote by Sylvia Plath
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The Journals of Sylvia Plath
This book includes Plath's intimate reflections, poetry, and prose, offering a glimpse into her thoughts and experiences throughout her life. more
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