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“Last Words” by Sylvia Plath

Sylvia Plath's funeral poem imagines what her ideal burial would look like

Sylvia Plath was both haunted and mesmerized by death. Suffering from depression at an early age, Plath’s poetry deeply encapsulates how she felt about dying. Her depression often evaporated her fear of death, which gave her a novel perspective on … Continue reading

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”I shift my pillow closer to the full moon.”

- Saiba, Died on the fifteenth day of the eighth month, 1858 at the age of fifty-one.
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“I am in a duel to death with this wallpaper. One of us has to go.”

Oscar Wilde
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