Yes, Sylvia died. And already she has been dead too long. She wrote me a few times from England — but always about her life. About her death she was silent. Damn it. And then, maybe — maybe not — it was her business. Everyone runs around condemning her for it and I say: She had a right! After all she had the suicide in her. As I do. As many of us do. But, if we’re lucky, we don’t get away with it and something or someone forces us to live.
written by Anne Sexton, from A Self-Portrait In Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)