Solitary as Grass

I am solitary as grass. What is it I miss?
Shall I ever find it, whatever it is?

― Sylvia PlathPlath: Poems

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Moon struck

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

― Sylvia PlathThe Collected Poems

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RIP