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 ...
Sylvia Plath Poems on Countries (5 Poems)
Face Lift (Sylvia Plath Poems)
You bring me good news from the clinic, Whipping off your silk scarf, exhibiting the tight white Mummy-cloths, smiling: I'm ...
Dialogue Between Ghost And Priest (Sylvia Plath Poems)
In the rectory garden on his evening walk Paced brisk Father Shawn. A cold day, a sodden one it was ...
Lorelei (Sylvia Plath Poems)
It is no night to drown in: A full moon, river lapsing Black beneath bland mirror-sheen, The blue water-mists dropping ...
The Swarm (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Somebody is shooting at something in our town -- A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street. Jealousy can open ...