Love Letter by Sylvia Plath - Hello Poetry Love Letter. Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, then I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it, Staying put according to habit. You didn't just tow me an inch, no--. Nor leave me to set my small bald eye. Skyward again, without hope, of course, Of apprehending blueness, or stars.