Virgin In A Tree (Sylvia Plath Poems)
How this tart fable instructs And mocks! Here's the parody of that moral mousetrap Set in the proverbs stitched on ...
Sylvia Plath Poems on Cry (18 Poems)
Elm (Sylvia Plath Poems)
for Ruth Fainlight I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root; It is what ...
Gigolo (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Pocket watch, I tick well. The streets are lizardly crevices Sheer-sided, with holes where to hide. It is best to ...
Pursuit (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit. RACINE There is a panther stalks me down: One day I'll ...
Apprehensions (Sylvia Plath Poems)
There is this white wall, above which the sky creates itself -- Infinite, green, utterly untouchable. Angels swim in it, ...
The Disquieting Muses (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Mother, mother, what ill-bred aunt Or what disfigured and unsightly Cousin did you so unwisely keep Unasked to my christening, ...
Sleep In The Mojave Desert (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Out here there are no hearthstones, Hot grains, simply. It is dry, dry. And the air dangerous. Noonday acts queerly ...
Perseus (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The Triumph of Wit Over Suffering Head alone shows you in the prodigious act Of digesting what centuries alone digest: ...
Berck-Plage (Sylvia Plath Poems)
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
A Birthday Present (Sylvia Plath Poems)
What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful? It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it ...
The Queen’s Complaint (Sylvia Plath Poems)
In ruck and quibble of courtfolk This giant hulked, I tell you, on her scene With hands like derricks, Looks ...
Morning Song (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its ...
Strumpet Song (Sylvia Plath Poems)
With white frost gone And all green dreams not worth much, After a lean day's work Time comes round for ...
Kindness (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Kindness glides about my house. Dame Kindness, she is so nice! The blue and red jewels of her rings smoke ...
The Applicant (Sylvia Plath Poems)
First, are you our sort of a person? Do you wear A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch, A ...
Insomniac (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, ...
Fever 103° (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Pure? What does it mean? The tongues of hell Are dull, dull as the triple Tongues of dull, fat Cerebus ...
Three Women (Sylvia Plath Poems)
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...