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