Sylvia Plath Poems (121 Poems)
A Life (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Touch it: it won’t shrink like an eyeball, This egg-shaped bailiwick, clear as a tear. Here’s yesterday, last year — Palm-spear and lily distinct as flora in the vast Windless threadwork of a tapestry. Flick the glass with your fingernail: … Continue reading
Metaphors (Sylvia Plath Poems)
I’m a riddle in nine syllables, An elephant, a ponderous house, A melon strolling on two tendrils. O red fruit, ivory, fine timbers! This loaf’s big with its yeasty rising. Money’s new-minted in this fat purse. I’m a means, a … Continue reading
Daddy (Sylvia Plath Poems)
You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You … Continue reading
Mad Girl’s Love Song (Sylvia Plath Poems)
“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness … Continue reading
Lady Lazarus (Sylvia Plath Poems)
I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it—- A sort of walking miracle, my skin Bright as a Nazi lampshade, My right foot A paperweight, My face a featureless, fine Jew linen. Peel off the … Continue reading
Mirror (Sylvia Plath Poems)
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted by love or dislike. I am not cruel, only truthful – The eye of a little god, four-cornered. Most of … Continue reading
A Birthday Present (Sylvia Plath Poems)
What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful? It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it edges? I am sure it is unique, I am sure it is what I want. When I am quiet at … Continue reading
Ariel (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Stasis in darkness. Then the substanceless blue Pour of tor and distances. God’s lioness, How one we grow, Pivot of heels and knees! — The furrow Splits and passes, sister to The brown arc Of the neck I cannot catch, … Continue reading
Mushrooms (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Overnight, very Whitely, discreetly, Very quietly Our toes, our noses Take hold on the loam, Acquire the air. Nobody sees us, Stops us, betrays us; The small grains make room. Soft fists insist on Heaving the needles, The leafy bedding, … Continue reading
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 learning peacefulness, lying by myself quietly As the light lies on these white walls, this bed, these hands. I am … Continue reading
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