Confessional Poets and Writers
"I am  your opus,to shriek.
I turn and burn a
I am your valuable,
The pure gold baby

That melts to a shriek.
I turn and burn.
Do not think I underestimate your great concern"
-Sylvia Plath (excerpt from 'Lady Lazarus')
"It is the Fourth of July.
Collect: while the dying man,
forgone by you creator, who forgives,
is gasping 'Thomas Jefferson still lives'
in vain, in vain, in vain.
I am Henry Pussy-cat!  My whiskers fly."
-John Berryman, excerpt fromDream Song 22
Sylvia Plath
John Berryman
"My business is words.  Words are like labels, or coins, or better, like swarming bees.  I confess I am only broken by the sources of things; as if words were counted like dead bees in the attic, unbuckled from their yellow eyes and their dry wings..."
-Anne Sexton
Anne Sexton
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