Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline. You've got to go so far, so fast, in such a small space, that you've got to burn away all the peripherals.
Sylvia PlathI am still raw. I say I may be back. You know what lies are for. Even in your Zen heaven we shan't meet.
Sylvia PlathI know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root: It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there.
Sylvia Plath