“Is it impossible for you to let something go and have it go whole?
Must you stamp each piece purple,
Must you kill what you can?”
More from Sylvia Plath
“The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.”
“Out of the ash I rise with my red hair And I eat men like air.”
“What did my heart do, with its love?”
“And so it seems I must always write you letters that I can never send.”