A DEAD LETTER TO SYLVIA PLATH

I first saw you
in some cheap reprint,
of a fading yellow photograph
(please don't laugh)...I love you;

love you for
all the times
you cried or perhaps
slit your wrists...

for in you
for whom
"Dying
Is an art, like everything else", (+)
I see me...

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)" (*)

____
(+)From "Lady Lazarus"
(*)From "Mad Girl's Love Song"

Anirban Kapil Baishya(10/8/2005)