Can you be quiet? World (I beg you...) when I'm writing a poem (or reading, or thinking...) can you just hold a minute before knocking at my door? Because I am waiting for a beautiful voice from Heaven to drop into my earthly bowl She is vigilant and shy (like a wild creature in jungleΒ ) so talented at evading me but, Shh... (I promise) once I capture her I will turn back to you and serve your needs As I always do
Sylvia Plath wrote this sentence when she was 15 years old: I write because there is a voice within me that will not be still." I believe each one of us on HP has the problem with this voice, that's why we cannot help but keep writing...