Sylvia Plath

The man creates a pseudonym and hides behind it like a worm

The man creates a pseudonym and hides behind it like a worm

I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
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I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.

What does one woman see in another than a man cannot see? Tenderness

What does one woman see in another than a man cannot see? Tenderness

For me, poetry is an evasion of the real job of writing prose.

For me, poetry is an evasion of the real job of writing prose.

Kiss me and you will see how important I am.

Kiss me and you will see how important I am.