Jilted (Sylvia Plath Poems)
My thoughts are crabbed and sallow, My tears like vinegar, Or the bitter blinking yellow Of an acetic star. Tonight ...
My thoughts are crabbed and sallow, My tears like vinegar, Or the bitter blinking yellow Of an acetic star. Tonight ...
God knows how our neighbor managed to breed His great sow: Whatever his shrewd secret, he kept it hid In ...
I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the ...
Color of lemon, mango, peach, These storybook villas Still dream behind Shutters, thier balconies Fine as hand- Made lace, or ...
(1) The day she visited the dissecting room They had four men laid out, black as burnt turkey, Already half ...
In ruck and quibble of courtfolk This giant hulked, I tell you, on her scene With hands like derricks, Looks ...
I'm a riddle in nine syllables, An elephant, a ponderous house, A melon strolling on two tendrils. O red fruit, ...
Axes After whose stroke the wood rings, And the echoes! Echoes traveling Off from the center like horses. The sap ...
Here are two pupils whose moons of black transform to cripples all who look: each lovely lady who peers inside ...
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary The trees of the mind are black. The light is ...
All summer we moved in a villa brimful of echos, Cool as the pearled interior of a conch. Bells, hooves, ...
This is the easy time, there is nothing doing. I have whirled the midwife's extractor, I have my honey, Six ...
Through portico of my elegant house you stalk With your wild furies, disturbing garlands of fruit And the fabulous lutes ...
Day of mist: day of tarnish with hands unserviceable, I wait for the milk van the one-eared cat laps its ...
You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot ...
Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing. I want to fill it with color and ducks, The zoo ...
Through frost-thick weather This witch sidles, fingers crooked, as if Caught in a hazardous medium that might Merely by its ...
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on it Round ...
How this tart fable instructs And mocks! Here's the parody of that moral mousetrap Set in the proverbs stitched on ...
There is this white wall, above which the sky creates itself -- Infinite, green, utterly untouchable. Angels swim in it, ...
It happens. Will it go on? ---- My mind a rock, No fingers to grip, no tongue, My god the ...
In Benidorm there are melons, Whole donkey-carts full Of innumerable melons, Ovals and balls, Bright green and thumpable Laced over ...
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I ...
The woman is perfected Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in ...
Since Christmas they have lived with us, Guileless and clear, Oval soul-animals, Taking up half the space, Moving and rubbing ...
They are always with us, the thin people Meager of dimension as the gray people On a movie-screen. They Are ...
A smile fell in the grass. Irretrievable! And how will your night dances Lose themselves. In mathematics? Such pure leaps ...
The hills step off into whiteness. People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them. The train leaves a line ...
Old goatherds swear how all night long they hear The warning whirr and burring of the bird Who wakes with ...
For Leonard Baskin To his house the bodiless Come to barter endlessly Vision, wisdom, for bodies Palpable as his, and ...
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