xposted to sylvia_plath

[glass_doll]

"...and the material, inert world mocked me."

There are sleeps that are born of spring and the slumbering hibernation of beaars in leaf-hushed caves... My shut eyelids felt the sun,, and my nose smelled the warm earth and my skin felt warm wind. Eyes close, body not yet mind, but still part of something - of air, of earth, of fire, of water.

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[poeticinsanity]

<3 Sylvia

[blessedwithtwo]

Yes, she was!