Sylvia Plath Cadavers Quotations

To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.

It was like the first time i saw a cadaver. For weeks afterward the cadavers head, or what was left of it - floated up behind my eggs and bacon at breakfast and in the face of Buddy Willard, who was responsible for my seeing it in the first place, and pretty soon I felt as though I were carrying that cadavers head around with me on a string, like some black, noseless balloon stinking of vinegar.

Maybe forgetfulness, like a kind snow, should numb and cover them. But they were a part of me. They were my landscape.