Sylvia Plath Quote
How long can I be a wall, keeping the wind off?How long can I beGentling the sun with the shade of my hand,Intercepting the blue bolts of a cold moon?The voices of loneliness, the voices of sorrowLap at my back ineluctably.How shall it soften them, this little lullaby?
Sylvia Plath
How long can I be a wall, keeping the wind off?How long can I beGentling the sun with the shade of my hand,Intercepting the blue bolts of a cold moon?The voices of loneliness, the voices of sorrowLap at my back ineluctably.How shall it soften them, this little lullaby?