I desire the things which will destroy me in the end.
– Sylvia Plath, from her journal
Feb 252014
Aug 252013
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating.
Both of you are great light borrowers.
Her O-mouth grieves at the world; yours is unaffected,
– Sylvia Plath
Aug 182013
Not easy to state the change you made.
If I’m alive now, then I was dead,
– Sylvia Plath, Love Letter
http://allpoetry.com/poem/8498455-Love_Letter-by-Sylvia_Plath