O Heart, Such Disorganization!

Kiss Me And You Will See How Important I Am.

What Did My Fingers Do Before They Held Him? What Did My Heart Do, With Its Love?

That Afternoon My Mother Had Brought Me The Roses. "save Them For My Funeral," I'd Said.

But I Wasn't Sure. I Wasn't Sure At All. How Did I Know That Someday―at College, In Europe, Somewhere, Anywhere―the Bell Jar, With Its Stifling Distortions, Wouldn't Descend Again?

It Is As If My Life Were Magically Run By Two Electric Currents: Joyous Positive And Despairing Negative--which Ever Is Running At The Moment Dominates My Life, Floods It.