No poet has captured with such intensity the paradox that words are all we have and yet, because of the fraught nature of language, the process of communication is problematic. In the lines cited above, Alejandra Pizarnik attests to this dilemma directly, and in the process foregrounds one of the central tensions which run through her entire work: the problem of expression itself, and the extent to which language is an effective conduit to express the complexity of human thoughts and emotions. And yet her work reverberates with a pathos and intensity of feeling whereby any logic of the text is attenuated and utterly at the service of the emotions expressed. It comes as little surprise that she has been compared to Sylvia Plath, as both poets explore the inner solipsistic suffering world of the poetic subject to the virtual exclusion of the surrounding world.