Sylvia Plath's The Jailer (1970)
What would the dark
Do without fevers to eat?
What would the light
Do without eyes to knife, what would he
Do, do, do without me?

Alejandra Pizarnik's The Awakening (1958)
How come I don’t pull out my veins
And make them into a ladder
For me to escape to the other side of night?

Sylvia Plath's Mad Girl's Love Song (1956)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.