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US novelist & poet (1932 - 1963)
To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.
I talk to God, but the sky is empty.
What did my hands do before they held you?
Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.
I wanted change and excitement and to shoot off in all directions myself, like the colored arrows from a Fourth of July rocket.