Conversation with Sylvia Plath.
by @trevor-blevins
When did you tell me that the sunrise was unwelcome, that the hallways gave you such anxiety and that I should just as well stay in?
I told you once that you looked young, yet sixty years had passed since your death, and you, Sylvia, were beautiful...
Said the vivid tulips ate your oxygen.
Poets have great sympathy for you in the way we gasp in sorrow and strive for beauty.
I know exactly why I love you.