Sylvia Plath on death and desire

I’m sunk in Sylvia Plath right now. It’s dangerous. Look:   These lines, here:   Something else Hauls me through air— Thighs, hair; Flakes from my heels. White Godiva, I unpeel— Dead hands, dead stringencies.   make me come apart,

Sylvia Plath on writing and love

“Writing is the first love of my life. I have to live well and rich and far to write… I could never be a narrow introvert writer, the way many are, for my writing depends so much on my life.”

Sylvia Plath on love, sex and madness

First, I want you to read this: A mad girl’s love song / Sylvia Plath “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up