My favourite Poet

: Sylvia Plath.

I am incredibly in love with her and all of her poetry works.

Here are some of sophisticated works:

“If you expect nothing from somebody you are never disappointed.” 
“I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.” 

“And what is happy? It is a going always on. There is something better to be done than I have done, and spurred by the fair delusion of progress, I will seek to progress, to whip myself on, to more and more- to learning. Always.” 

“I like people too much or not at all.” 

“I had imagined a kind, ugly, intuitive man looking up and saying "Ah!" in an encouraging way, as if he could see something I couldn't and then I would find words to tell him how I was so scared, as I were being stuffed farther and farther into a black, airless sack with no way out.
Then he would lean back in his chair and match the tips of his fingers together in a little steeple and tell me why I couldn't sleep and why I couldn't read and why I couldn't eat and why everything people did seemed so silly, because they only died in the end. 
And then, I thought, he would help me, step by step, to be myself again.” 

“I am not cruel —only truthful.” 

One of the best discoveries i had today was that Sylvia Plath was the same personality type as mine and that there are so many relatable works from her. on the other hand, another discovery was that usually writers from this personality tends to suffer from mental illness and had many internal struggles. 

I wished that i could know Sylvia Plath in that era and hopefully be her friend to make her days better because she needs to know she isn alone . 

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