Sylvia Plath, Me & her Fig Tree.
Below is my favorite passage from the book ‘The Bell Jar’ by one of my favorite writers, Sylvia Plath. An amazing being ahead of her times, a beautiful tormented woman that eventually succumb to her own expectations and pressures.
‘The Bell Jar, Chapter Seven.
I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.
From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and…
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