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I have no God, but YOU.
— Abby
I wake to a mausoleum; you are here, Ticking your fingers on the marble table, looking for cigarettes, Spiteful as a woman, but not so nervous, And dying to say something unanswerable. — Sylvia Plath, The Rival
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating. — Sylvia Plath, The Rival
O my God, what am I That these late mouths should cry open In a forest of froast, in a dawn of cornflowers. — Sylvia Plath, Poppies in October
The water I taste is warm and salt, like the sea,
And comes from a country far away as health.
— Sylvia Plath, Tulips
The vivid tulips eat my oxygen.
— Sylvia Plath, Tulips
Nobody watched me before, now I am watched.
— Sylvia Plath, Tulips
I didn't want any flowers, I only wanted
To lie with my hands turned up and be utterly empty.
— Sylvia Plath, Tulips
I am nobody; I have nothing to do with explosions.
— Sylvia Plath, Tulips
I am learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly
— Sylvia Plath, Tulips
The comets
Have such a space to cross,
Such coldness, forgetfulness.
— Sylvia Plath, The Night Dances
I am incapable of more knowledge.
What is this, this face
So murderous in its strangle of branches?—
— Sylvia Plath, Elm
I am terrified by this dark thing
That sleeps in me;
— Sylvia Plath, Elm
I am inhabited by a cry.
Nightly it flaps out
Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
— Sylvia Plath, Elm
Love is a shadow.
How you lie and cry after it.
— Sylvia Plath, Elm
Is it the see you hear in me,
Its dissatisfactions?
Or the voice of nothing, that was your madness?
— Sylvia Plath, Elm
I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root:
It is what you fear.
I do not fear it : I have been there.
— Sylvia Plath, Elm