Dear Sylvia,
How did you manage to write of the outward scene
When the silence has suffocated you
From within?
How did you coexist with a beautiful tyrant
Who's success has turned your talents into redundant?
When the silence has suffocated you
From within?
How did you coexist with a beautiful tyrant
Who's success has turned your talents into redundant?
Later on they will say [about me] -
"This is how it started,
That's how she buried herself in the hellmouth pits", -
But I need you, lost in decay,
Like no man blood-hearted;
And you slipping reality
Perfectly mine befits.
I wonder if we could become
Fine sisters,
If all of the letters I wished to receive
Could be yours,
If we would discuss vicious brutes and elegant misters
And how none of them could ever restrain our force.