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?

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