[quoth] sylvia plath: three women

I have had my chances. I have tried and tried. I have stitched life into me like a rare organ, and walked carefully, precariously, like something rare. I have tried not to think too hard. I have tried to be natural. I have tried to be blind in love, like other women, blind in my bed, with my dear blind sweet one, not looking, through the thick dark, for the face of another.