Spinster (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Now this particular girl During a ceremonious april walk With her latest suitor Found herself, of a sudden, intolerably struck ...
Sylvia Plath Poems on Flowers (15 Poems)
Wintering (Sylvia Plath Poems)
This is the easy time, there is nothing doing. I have whirled the midwife's extractor, I have my honey, Six ...
Sheep In Fog (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The hills step off into whiteness. People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them. The train leaves a line ...
Among The Narcissi (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Spry, wry, and gray as these March sticks, Percy bows, in his blue peajacket, among the narcissi. He is recuperating ...
Berck-Plage (Sylvia Plath Poems)
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
Bucolics (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Mayday: two came to field in such wise : `A daisied mead', each said to each, So were they one; ...
Tulips (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in I am ...
Edge (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The woman is perfected Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in ...
Leaving Early (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that's what I'll remember, Me, sitting here bored ...
Death & Co. (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Two, of course there are two. It seems perfectly natural now-- The one who never looks up, whose eyes are ...
I Am Vertical (Sylvia Plath Poems)
But I would rather be horizontal. I am not a tree with my root in the soil Sucking up minerals ...
Three Women (Sylvia Plath Poems)
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
Last Words (Sylvia Plath Poems)
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on it Round ...
Crossing The Water (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people. Where do the black trees go that drink here? Their shadows must ...
The Bee Meeting (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the villagers---- The rector, the midwife, the sexton, ...