Sylvia Plath, Ariel

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

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

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

"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."

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