You poke and stir.
Flesh, bone, there is nothing there—-
A cake of soap,
A wedding ring,
A gold filling.
Herr God, Herr Lucifer
Out of the ash
I rise with my red hair
And I eat men like air.’
– Sylvia Plath, extract from Lady Lazurus
‘I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)’
– Sylvia Plath, extract from Mad Girl’s Love Song
‘Yes, God, I want to talk to everybody as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.’
– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath