It was my last act of love (first words to her mother in the hospital after her first major suicide attempt)
Sylvia PlathI am still so naรฏve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, donโt ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?
Sylvia PlathI felt myself melting into the shadows like the negative of a person I'd never seen before in my life.
Sylvia PlathI find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have written a poem, when I'm writing one. Having written one, then you fall away very rapidly from having been a poet to becoming a sort of poet in rest, which isn't the same thing at all. But I think the actual experience of writing a poem is a magnificent one.
Sylvia Plath