Mention660215
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| so:text | Now I am a lake. A woman bends over me, Searching my reaches for what she really is. Then she turns to those liars, the candles or the moon. I see her back, and reflect it faithfully. She rewards me with tears and an agitation of hands. I am important to her. She comes and goes. Each morning it is her face that replaces the darkness. In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman Rises toward her day after day, like a terrible fish. (en) |
| so:isPartOf | https://en.wikiquote.org/wiki/Sylvia_Plath |
| so:description | Crossing the Water (1971) (en) |
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