[She] is a woman who has the great and terrible gift of being reborn. The only trouble is, she has to die first.
Sylvia Plath, on Lady Lazarus, Plath’s comments on the Ariel poems, from a typescript she prepared for a radio broadcast that was never delivered
You are my stranger and see how we have closed. On both ends.
Night wets me all night, blind, carried.
Would I dance with you? Both forever and rather die.
It would be like dying, yes. Yes I would.
I knew I was in trouble when all of my dreams were either about dying, or kissing you.
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He lifted himself from me. I heard him unlock the door. For a moment, I felt the cool air from the river, smelling of fish. Smelling of Eve. It made me shudder. I was cold.
There is an essay on the language of the dying. The dying sometimes speak of themselves in the third person. I was not speaking that way. I said: I am bleeding. I am going to bleed to death. And I will be lucky if I die before he returns.
Give me my Scallop shell of quiet.
You know, they did not print the whole of the Indian song in the subway. Only a few lines. But I know the poem.
"It’s off in the dance. It came into the room. It’s here in the circle."
I know the poem.
She knows the poem.