When we see
how simple it would have been
we will thrash ourselves.
When we see
how simple it would have been
we will thrash ourselves.
“Did you see her mother on television? She said plain, burned things. She said I thought it an excellent poem but it hurt me. She did not say jungle fear. She did not say jungle hatred wild jungle weeping chop it back chop it. She said self-government she said end of the road. She did not say humming in the middle of the air what you came for chop.”
Anne Carson | “Short Talk on Sylvia Plath”