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1 " I fret for Sylvia.She appears anchoredto the idea of sinking,which is silly when she so clearlysoars above almost everyone. "
― Stephanie Hemphill , Your Own, Sylvia: A Verse Portrait of Sylvia Plath
2 " She said the night was March and blackand that the hill where he kissed herand enveloped her in his arms was a sea of grass and she rootedto the ground like a sapling,like it was natural and yetall created for her moment of romance. "
3 " The tides here are too rough. I sink here, happy only when I hoard my little blue sleeping pills, stash the blades of my razor. I accumulate a drawer of drop-out devices, so by December I can escape to a Merry Christmas. "
4 " Inside a book, she captures all that's lost. She journals so her words won't fly away. "
5 " She breaks. She's sick. Throw a rope, a net. She falls like a shot-up plane. Help her find the landing strip, Her feet are wet— She'll learn, she'll train. She walks a rope on fire, “Look Ma, no hands. "
