"The city is a map of cheerful twitters now,
And everywhere people, eyes mica-silver and blank,
Are riding to work in rows, as if recently brainwashed."

                                                      — Sylvia Plath, "Insomniac"

I was in the library stacks looking for something else and came across a booklet of Plath’s "Uncollected Poems" published in an edition of 150 by Turret Books in 1965. It’s a neat little thing with a pink centerfold page that reproduces an early, handwritten draft of the poem "Thalidomide." Still recovering from my spring break flu, I decided to relax with the chap this evening, and came across this freshly-relevant gem. :-)