Dear Miss Plath,
I’m sorry we decided against these poems. We like the second section of AMNESIAC very much, but cannot see any relation between it and the first section. Perhaps we’re being dense. But would you think over the possibility of printing the second section alone under that title? If you would care to resubmit it that way, we’d be happy to consider it again.
A rejection letter sent to Sylvia Plath.
Of my still consciousness
Is full of gilded snow,
The which, no cat has eyes enough
To see the brightness of.