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