Saturday 28 September 2019


Brookner, 1982
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 night lies on these white walls...

Sylvia Plath, 'Tulips'

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