Totem (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The engine is killing the track, the track is silver, It stretches into the distance. It will be eaten nevertheless. ...
The engine is killing the track, the track is silver, It stretches into the distance. It will be eaten nevertheless. ...
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot ...
What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful? It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it ...
Viciousness in the kitchen! The potatoes hiss. It is all Hollywood, windowless, The fluorescent light wincing on and off like ...
But I would rather be horizontal. I am not a tree with my root in the soil Sucking up minerals ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating. Both of ...
I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the ...
Love, the world Suddenly turns, turns color. The streetlight Splits through the rat's tail Pods of the laburnum at nine ...
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