Words (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Axes After whose stroke the wood rings, And the echoes! Echoes traveling Off from the center like horses. The sap ...
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 ...
I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it---- A sort of walking miracle, my skin ...
Clownlike, happiest on your hands, Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled, Gilled like a fish. A common-sense Thumbs-down on the ...
First, are you our sort of a person? Do you wear A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch, A ...
Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people. Where do the black trees go that drink here? Their shadows must ...
for Ruth Fainlight I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root; It is what ...
Bare-handed, I hand the combs. The man in white smiles, bare-handed, Our cheesecloth gauntlets neat and sweet, The throats of ...
From my rented attic with no earth To call my own except the air-motes, I malign the leaden perspective Of ...
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