Sylvia Plath (October 27, 1932– February 11, 1963)
“Come on, give us a smile.”
I sat on the pink velvet love seat in Jay Cee’s office, holding a paper rose and facing the magazine photographer….I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week….
“Show us how happy it makes you to write a poem.”