Ten of the Realest Things Sylvia Plath Ever Wrote About Love (And Lust)

  1. ..I loved with all the redness in my heart.
  2. Please: I dream of talking to him again, under apple trees at night in the hills of orchards; talking; quoting poetry; and making a good life.  Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.
  3. There is a time for everything; and you must beware your predilection for green apples. They may appear sweet and tart and new and early, but it’s about time that you learned to wait for the season of harvest. Take it slow, please. He is to be no engine for your ecstasy. Not yet, anyway.
  4. Desiring human flesh, companionship – how we need that security! How we need another soul to cling to. Another body to keep us warm! To rest and trust.
  5. You have to be able to make a creative life for Yourself, before you can expect anyone Else to provide one ready-made for you. You big baby.
  6. If they substituted the word “lust” for “love” in the popular songs, it would come nearer the truth.
  7. There is so much hurt in this game of searching for a mate, of testing, trying. And you realize suddenly that you forgot it was a game, and turn away in tears. If I didn’t think, I’d be much happier; if I didn’t have any sex organs, I wouldn’t waver on the brink of nervous emotion and tears all the time.
  8. …for I love him to hell and back and heaven and back, and have and do and will.
  9. It’s as if he’s the perfect male counterpart to my own self: each of us giving the other an extension of life we believe in living.
  10. Wear your heart on your skin in this life.

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