Sylvia Plath, The Collected Poems Quotes

I lean to you, numb as a fossil. Tell me I'm here.

I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.

The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of starsLetting in the light, peephole after peephole--- A bonewhite light, like death, behind all things.

Not easy to state the change you made.If I'm alive now, I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bedAnd sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I am your opus.

Wind warns November’s done with. The blown leaves make bat-shapes, Web-winged and furious.