I can't sleep…
“Rain on roof outside window, gray light, deep covers and warm blankets. Rain and nip of autumn in air; nostalgia.”
~ Sylvia Plath, from a journal entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”
Notes: Quote via violentwavesofemotion. Photo via Frillmag
A change of scene,
of air,
of people.
Amazing.
~ Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Photo: via poppins-me. Quote via Anne Sexton Appreciation
…it is winter here.
Look how white everything is,
how quiet, how snowed-in.
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands…
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
How free it is, you have no idea how free——
The peacefulness is so big it dazes you,
And it asks nothing, a name tag, a few trinkets…
~ Sylvia Plath, from Tulips in Collected Poems
Notes: Poem Source – Poetry Foundation, Photo: Donata Wenders (in the snow)
Saturday.
2:42 am.
Cohen:
Silence / and a deeper silence / when the crickets hesitate.
Montgomery:
With clanking chains. It must not be: this day, this hour.
Plath:
Alone, deepening.
Kafka:
What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
Duras:
My thoughts wear me out.
Prince:
Purple Rain.
Shakespeare:
O sleep, O gentle sleep / Nature’s soft nurse, how have I frighted thee / That thou no more wilt weigh my eyelids down / And steep my sense in forgetfulness?
Humphrey:
(Sleep) A proven capacity for endless resurrection out of nothing.
Give me sleep.
Give me resurrection.
Now.
Photo: Arturs Kondrats Photography via poly-gr
I want to taste and glory in each day,
and never be afraid to experience pain;
and never shut myself up
in a numb core of non-feeling,
or stop questioning and criticizing life
and take the easy way out.
To learn and think:
to think and live;
to live and learn:
this always, with new insight,
new understanding,
and new love.
– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
Credits: Quote Source: Petrichour. Painting: Ufukorada