Poetry: “Tulips” by Sylvia Plath

09.18.09

This is one of my favorite poems ever.

The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.
I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.
I have given my name and my day-clothes up to the nurses
And my history to the anesthetist and my body to surgeons.

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Tags: emptiness, hospitals, poetry, self-awareness, sylvia plath

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