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Final line Reference to:

Letters Home

by Sylvia Plath

1950

Letters Home

November 30, 1950

Dear Mum,

Well, I didn’t know just when the wave of homesickness would hit on return to Smith after Thanksgiving holidays], but I guess it was when I walked into my room – empty and bare. Only three or four girls were in the house… Gosh, I felt lonely! I had so much work I should have done, and my schedule for the week looked so bleak and unsurmountable; but I have now snapped out of my great depression – the first real sad mood I’ve had since I’ve been here. I am now writing this in the cosy living room with a girl beside me and music coming out of the radio. What one human presence can mean!

I realize that for all my brave, bold talk of being self-sufficient, I realize now how much you mean me- you and Warren and my dear Grampy and Grammy! … I am glad the rain is coming down hard. It’s the way I feel inside. I love you so.

Sivvy

(Sylvia Plath)

The Sylvia Plath reference is to the last line of a letter she signs ‘Sivvy’ from November 30, 1950

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I really don't know what I'm doing here

I really think I should've gone to bed tonight but

Just one drink

And there're some people to meet you

I think that you'll like them

I have to say we do

And I promise in less than an hour we will honestly go

Now why don't I just get you another

While you just say hello

Yeah just say hello

So I'm clutching it tight

Another glass in my hand

And my mouth and the smiles

Moving up as I stand up

Too close and too wide

And the smiles are too bright

And I breathe in too deep

And my head's getting light

But the air is getting heavier and it's closer

And I'm starting to sway

And the hands on all my shoulders don't have names

And they won't go away

So here I go

Here I go again

Falling into strangers

And it's only just eleven

And I'm staring like a child

Until someone slips me heaven

And I take it on my knees

Just like a thousand times before

And I get transfixed

That fixed

And I'm just looking at the floor

Just looking at the floor

Yeah I look at the floor

And I'm starting to laugh

Like an animal in pain

And I've got blood on my hands

And I've got hands in my brain

And the first short retch

Leaves me gasping for more

And I stagger over screaming

On my way to the floor

And I'm back on my back

With the lights and the lies in my eyes

And the colour and the music's too loud

And my head's all the wrong size

So here I go

Here I go again

Yeah I laugh and I jump

And I sing and I laugh

And I dance and I laugh

And I laugh and I laugh

And I can't seem to think

Where this is

Who I am

Why I'm keeping this going

Keep pouring it out

Keep pouring it down

And the way the rain comes down hard

That's the way I feel inside

I can't take it anymore

This it I've become

This is it like I get

When my life's going numb

I just keep moving my mouth

I just keep moving my feet

I say I'm loving you to death

Like I'm losing my breath

And all the smiles that I wear

And all the games that I play

And all the drinks that I mix

And I drink until I'm sick

And all the faces that I make

And all the shapes that I throw

And all the people I meet

And all the words that I know

Makes me sick to the heart

Oh I feel so tired

And the way the rain comes down hard

That's how I feel inside

Songwriters: Peter Gabriel??

Cureious

cureious

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Final line Reference to:

Letters Home

by Sylvia Plath

1950