“It is a chill blue December day; gloomy, icy, transparent. I am still resting. I am resting and resting–and sit about reading and relaxing,”— Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. December 1960
“Snow had fallen. I remember music from an open window. Come to me, said the world.”— Louise Glück, from October in “Poems 1962-2012″
Norma Shearer taking care of her drunk friend in Let Us Be Gay, 1930
