It was good for twenty years, that wintering -- As if you had never existed, as if I came God-fathered into the world from my mother's belly. (from "Electra on Azalea Path," Sylvia Plath)
It was good for twenty years, that wintering --
As if you had never existed, as if I came
God-fathered into the world from my mother's belly.
(from "Electra on Azalea Path," Sylvia Plath)