"How deep they drove themselves into me, the things it was impossible to say aloud."
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath (via violentwavesofemotion)
"The blood jet is poetry,
There is no stopping it."
— Sylvia Plath, from “Kindness”
"I have fallen a long way. Clouds are flowering
Blue and mystical over the face of the stars."
— Sylvia Plath, from “The Moon and the Yew Tree”
"My bones hold a stillness, the far
Fields melt my heart.
To let me through to a heaven
Starless and fatherless, a dark water."
— Sylvia Plath, from “Sheep in Fog”
"Winter dawn is the color of metal,
The trees stiffen into place like burnt nerves.
All night I have dreamed of destruction, annihilations"
— Sylvia Plath, from “Waking in Winter”