Even amongst fierce flames/ The golden lotus can be planted.
I'm never going to get married.You're crazy. Buddy brightened. You'll change your mind.No. My mind's made up.
I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me.
We have conversations with each other most nights - Sylvia Plath and me!
The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower.
I need more than anything right now what is, of course, most impossible, someone to love me, to be with me at night when I wake up in shuddering horror and fear of the cement tunnels leading down to t...
She has foldedThem back into her body as petalsOf a rose close when the garden Stiffens and odours bleedFrom the sweet, deep throats of the night flower. The moon has nothing to be sad about, Staring...
Over your body the clouds goHigh, high and icilyAnd a little flat, as if theyFloated on a glass that was invisible.Unlike swans, Having no reflections;Unlike you, With no strings attached.All cool, al...
I have stitched life into me like a rare organ
They might ignore me immediately. In my moon suit and funeral veil. I am no source of honeySo why should they turn on me?Tomorrow I will be sweet God, I will set them free.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
If you dissect a bird / to diagram the tongue, / you'll cut the chord / articulating song.
All night your moth-breathFlickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen.A far sea moves in my ear.