It was my last act of love (first words to her mother in the hospital after her first major suicide attempt)
Sylvia PlathI think my poems immediately come out of the sensuous and emotional experiences I have, but I must say I cannot sympathise with these cries from the heart that are informed by nothing except a needle or a knife, or whatever it is.
Sylvia PlathCan you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn.
Sylvia PlathSecretly, in studies and attics and schoolrooms all over America, people must be writing.
Sylvia Plath