Sylvia Plath Quotes About Summer

• Lluvia de agosto: lo mejor del verano se ha ido, y el nuevo otoño aún no ha nacido. El tiempo impar.

  Sylvia Plath

  Verano, lluvia, otoño

  Sylvia Plath (2007). "The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath", p.124, Anchor

• My thoughts are crabbed and sallow,
  My tears like vinegar,
  Or the bitter blinking yellow
  Of an acetic star.
  Tonight the caustic wind, love,
  Gossips late and soon,
  And I wear the wry-faced pucker of
  The sour lemon moon.
  While like an early summer plum,
  Puny, green, and tart,
  Droops upon its wizened stem
  My lean, unripened heart.

  Sylvia Plath

  Broken Heart, Summer, Stars

  Sylvia Plath (2015). “Collected Poems”, p.266, Faber & Faber

• Then I decided I would spend the summer writing a novel. That would fix a lot of people.

  Sylvia Plath

  Summer, Writing, People

  Sylvia Plath (2016). “The Bell Jar”, p.62, Hamilton Books

• I don't know how long I kept at it... I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still. It didn't seem to be summer any more

  Sylvia Plath

  Summer, Long, Safe

  Sylvia Plath (2008). “The Bell Jar”, p.34, Faber & Faber

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