A collection of quotes by Sylvia Plath, Last Words.
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I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on itRound as the moon, to stare up. I want to be looking at them when they comePicking among the dumb minerals, the roots. I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces. Now they are nothing, they are not even babies. I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.They will wonder if I was important.
Sylvia Plath, Last Words
