Sylvia’s Death (Anne Sexton Poems)
for Sylvia Plath O Sylvia, Sylvia, with a dead box of stones and spoons, with two children, two meteors wandering ...
for Sylvia Plath O Sylvia, Sylvia, with a dead box of stones and spoons, with two children, two meteors wandering ...
Who is he?A railroad track toward hell?Breaking like a stick of furniture?The hope that suddenly overflows the cesspool?The love that ...
They work with herbsand penicillinThey work with gentlenessand the scalpel.They dig out the cancer,close an incisionand say a prayerto the ...
Jean, death comes close to us all, flapping its awful wings at us and the gluey wings crawl up our ...
I am the only actor. It is difficult for one woman to act out a whole play. The play is ...
Almost yesterday, those gentle ladies stole to their baths in Atlantic Cuty, for the lost rites of the first sea ...
It is half winter, half spring, and Barbara and I are standing confronting the ocean. Its mouth is open very ...
Your daisies have come on the day of my divorce: the courtroom a cement box, a gas chamber for the ...
for Sylvia Plath O Sylvia, Sylvia, with a dead box of stones and spoons, with two children, two meteors wandering ...
Who is he? A railroad track toward hell? Breaking like a stick of furniture? The hope that suddenly overflows the ...
They work with herbs and penicillin They work with gentleness and the scalpel. They dig out the cancer, close an ...
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