Sylvia Plath

Sometimes there is a poet who, due to circumstance, suddenly resonates with you in a way they didn’t before…

“And here you come, with a cup of tea
Wreathed in steam.
The blood jet is poetry,

There is no stopping it.”

Sylvia Plath (Kindness)

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