More quotes by Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems

"I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me."
"Although, I admit, I desire,Occasionally, some backtalkFrom the mute sky, I can't honestly complain:A certain minor light may stillLean incandescentOut of kitchen table or chairAs if a celestial burning tookPossession of the most obtuse objects now and then --"