Sylvia Plath Poems on Babies Archives - Famous Inspirational Poems, Poetry, Quotes

Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children. Cold as snow breath, it tamps the womb Where the yew trees blow ...

The Triumph of Wit Over Suffering Head alone shows you in the prodigious act Of digesting what centuries alone digest: ...

What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful? It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it ...

The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in I am ...

Viciousness in the kitchen! The potatoes hiss. It is all Hollywood, windowless, The fluorescent light wincing on and off like ...

Two, of course there are two. It seems perfectly natural now-- The one who never looks up, whose eyes are ...

How far is it? How far is it now? The gigantic gorilla interior Of the wheels move, they appall me ...

The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, ...

I ordered this, clean wood box Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift. I would say it ...

I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on it Round ...

You bring me good news from the clinic, Whipping off your silk scarf, exhibiting the tight white Mummy-cloths, smiling: I'm ...

I am a miner. The light burns blue. Waxy stalactites Drip and thicken, tears The earthen womb Exudes from its ...

Sylvia Plath Poems on Babies (12 Poems)