At twenty I tried to die
And get back, back, back to you.
I thought even the bones would do.
--from "Daddy", written 12 October 1962
There is a charge
For the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge
For the hearing of my heart -
It really goes.
And there is a charge, a very large charge,
For a word or a touch
Or a bit of blood
Or a piece of my hair or my clothes.
--from "Lady Lazarus", written 23-29 October 1962
A ring of gold with the sun in it?
Lies. Lies and a grief.
--from "The Couriers", written 4 November 1962
I have taken a pill to kill
The thin
Papery feeling.
--from "Cut", written 24 October 1962
Is it the sea you hear in me?
Its dissatisfactions?
Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness?
Love is a shadow.
How you lie and cry after it.
--from "Elm", written 19 April 1962
I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets.
--from "Elm", written 19 April 1962
We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.
Sylvia PlathMots clés friendship couples
I'm doped and thick from my last sleeping pill.
Sylvia PlathI am still raw.
I say I may be back.
You know what lies are for.
Even in your Zen heaven we shan't meet.
--from "Lesbos", written 18 October 1962
Eternity bores me,
I never wanted it.
From the poem "Years", 16 November 1962
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