Today, I read that Sylvia Plath sent her poems and vice versa
To Ted Hughes; they fell for each other in admiration
That lasted shortly; I guess you could never be all certain
What would be the deadliest way to start some conversation
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I built phantasmagorias with words; my soul sunk into the screen.
Then I ceased talking to you; whatever I felt ended for the better.
Now, I see your trembling, fake kindness, easy tendency to be mean.
How different from my verses – a very scattered, unloving love letter.
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I will never need anything from you apart from a sign or a feeling
That, inshallah, I built you with words that gave this some meaning
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PS. If you want to learn more about the marriage of Sylvia Plath and Ted Hughes, check this out. It’s so wild and tragic: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AGsNXUXIiRo
