Sylvia Plath

Notes To A Neophyte

Take the general mumble, blunt as the faceless gut of an anonymous clam, vernacular as the strut of a slug or a small preamble by snail under hump of home: metamorphose the mollusk of vague vocabulary with the structural discipline: stiffen the ordinary malleable mask to the granite grin of bone. For such a tempering task, heat furnace of paradox in an artifice of ice; make love and logic mix, and remember, if tedious risk seems to jeopardize this: it was a solar turbine gace molten earth a frame and it took the diamond stone a weight of world and time being crystallized from carbon to the hardest substance known.

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