• The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me Cruelly, being barren. Her radiance scathes me. Or perhaps I have caught her.

    Sylvia Plath: The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me
Cruelly, being barren.
Her radiance scathes me. Or perhaps I have caught her.
    Sylvia Plath (2010). “Ariel”, p.18, Faber & Faber