Sylvia Plath Quote

Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart?


Collected Poems (ed. 2015)


Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart?

Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart?

Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart?

Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart?