I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps outLooking, with i... - Sylvia Plath, Ariel

"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."

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

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

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