“The Moon’s man stands in his shell, bent under a bundle of sticks.
The light falls chalk & cold upon our bedspread. His teeth are chattering among the leprous peaks & craters of those extinct volcanoes.
He also against black frost would pick sticks, would not rest untill his own lit room outshone sunday’s ghost of sun; Now works his hell of mondays in the Moon’s ball, Fireless, seven chill seas chained to his ankle”…
Sylvia Plath
1932 – 1963 (Suicide)
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well… I don’t really count sylvia plath as a suicide… she gases herself minutes before she knew her husband was coming home. So she kind of knew he would save her. But the he was late… and she ended up dead… accidental suicide?
‘So many of us, so many of us…’
That’s actually incredibly untrue. There is speculation of intent to be found by the neighbor on the floor below her, Trevor Thomas, but not Ted Hughes. Hughes was no where near Plath’s apartment at the time, and she did this before 5 in the morning, so there’s not much reason to believe he would’ve been stopping by in time to save her.
The Savage God: A Study of Suicide – A. Alvarez, he talks about what happened, your right