I hope you know who this is. She is hard to explain to anyone, outside of her poetry, something with which she blazed a trail like a meteor in the pantheon of modern poets, she lead a semi-secluded emotional life. Hidden lives are hard to plumb.
No one could use words the way she did. I hope that somewhere, in the Goodness of the Universe, she still exists and creates her pictures with the living Word.
"Let there be light, and there was light!"
13 cents from the Good Will in Michigan. I am so lucky sometimes. Sylvia Plath
Oh, here's another one, Neurotic Poets, well, who isn't neurotic, when life has so damn many BIG ? marks?