plath exerpt
Jul. 31st, 2001 12:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aslantthese i think must be from letters to richard. the hard dark english cambridge winter suffuses her writing. and i come across this which is me, me through and through:
that confident surge of exuberance in which i wrote you has dwindled as waves do, to the knowledge that makes me cry, just this once: such a minute fraction of this life do we live: so much is sleep, tooth-brushing, waiting for mail, for metamorphosis, for those sudden moments of incandescence: unexpected, but once one knows them, one can live life in the light of their past and the hope of their future.
(p. 195)
waiting and waiting. everyone has gone to lunch and someone is ringing the elevator bell relentlessly outside in the hall. like the school bell from middle school. insistent, shrill. i think our doors must seem terribly vacant to them, soundproof? i went and asked the man just now. he is just as puzzled as i.
i think i want a coke. yes. cool fizzing bubbles. the soothing syrup in the stomach. yes.
that confident surge of exuberance in which i wrote you has dwindled as waves do, to the knowledge that makes me cry, just this once: such a minute fraction of this life do we live: so much is sleep, tooth-brushing, waiting for mail, for metamorphosis, for those sudden moments of incandescence: unexpected, but once one knows them, one can live life in the light of their past and the hope of their future.
(p. 195)
waiting and waiting. everyone has gone to lunch and someone is ringing the elevator bell relentlessly outside in the hall. like the school bell from middle school. insistent, shrill. i think our doors must seem terribly vacant to them, soundproof? i went and asked the man just now. he is just as puzzled as i.
i think i want a coke. yes. cool fizzing bubbles. the soothing syrup in the stomach. yes.
