Katie

“The bold gulls dove as if they owned it all. / We picked up sticks of driftwood and beat them off, / Then stepped down the steep beach shelf and into the water. / We kicked and talked. The thick salt kept us up. / I see us floating there yet, inseparable—two cork dolls. / What keyhole have we slipped through, what door has shut? / The shadows of the grasses inched round like hands of a clock, / And from our opposite continents we wave and call. / Everything has happened.”
― Sylvia Plath, Crossing the Water: Sylvia Plath's Triumphant Poetry Collection Exploring Tensions Between Desire and Duty

“When we had finally become friends, when the four of us trusted each other enough to let the world surrounding us into our words, we whispered secrets, pressed side by side by side or sitting cross-legged in our newly tight circle. We opened our mouths and let the stories that had burned nearly to ash in our bellies finally live outside of us.”
― Jacqueline Woodson, Another Brooklyn

“The woods creak and ache, and the day forgets itself. / I bend over this drained basin where the small fish / Flex as the mud freezes. / They glitter like eyes, and I collect them all. / Morgue of old logs and old images, the lake / Opens and shuts, accepting them among its reflections.”
― Sylvia Plath, Crossing the Water: Sylvia Plath's Triumphant Poetry Collection Exploring Tensions Between Desire and Duty

“And night arrives in one gigantic step. / It is comfortable, for a change, to mean so little. These rocks offer no purchase to herbage or people: // They are conceiving a dynasty of perfect cold. / In a month we'll wonder what plates and forks are for. / I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.”
― Sylvia Plath, Crossing the Water: Sylvia Plath's Triumphant Poetry Collection Exploring Tensions Between Desire and Duty