TULIPS
The tulips are too excitable, 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.
The tulips are too excitable, 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.
(Sylvia Plath, Ariel)
Sylvia Plath (1932-1963)
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