Sylvia Plath, Ariel

"I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps outLooking, with its hooks, for something to love."

"The blood jet is poetryThere is no stopping it."

"I am terrified by this dark thingThat sleeps in me;All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity."

"Is it the sea you hear in me,Its dissatisfactions?Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness?"

"Dying is an art.Like everything else,I do it exceptionally well.I do it so it feels like hell.I do it so it feels real.I guess you could say I have a call."