Poetic Landscape
"The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here.
Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in.
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands.
I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions."
-Sylvia Plath, from "Tulips"
Song: Yfirborð by Sigur Ros