I should sit on a rock off Cornwall and comb my hair.
I should wear tiger pants, I should have an affair.
We should meet in another life, we should meet in air,
Me and you.
I was in Egypt, lands shaped by the heavy skies. The sun rose each morning like I thought it would, but better. It was like a dream, and maybe it was.
Fragment of the poem Lesbos by Sylvia Plath
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