The Other Two (Sylvia Plath Poems)
All summer we moved in a villa brimful of echos, Cool as the pearled interior of a conch. Bells, hooves, ...
Sylvia Plath Poems on Light (22 Poems)
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, ...
A Life (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Touch it: it won't shrink like an eyeball, This egg-shaped bailiwick, clear as a tear. Here's yesterday, last year --- ...
The Sleepers (Sylvia Plath Poems)
No map traces the street Where those two sleepers are. We have lost track of it. They lie as if ...
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 ...
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, ...
Lesbos (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Viciousness in the kitchen! The potatoes hiss. It is all Hollywood, windowless, The fluorescent light wincing on and off like ...
Nick And The Candlestick (Sylvia Plath Poems)
I am a miner. The light burns blue. Waxy stalactites Drip and thicken, tears The earthen womb Exudes from its ...
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, ...
Paralytic (Sylvia Plath Poems)
It happens. Will it go on? ---- My mind a rock, No fingers to grip, no tongue, My god the ...
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 ...
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 ...
Blackberrying (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly, A blackberry ...
Sculptor (Sylvia Plath Poems)
For Leonard Baskin To his house the bodiless Come to barter endlessly Vision, wisdom, for bodies Palpable as his, and ...
Aftermath (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Compelled by calamity's magnet They loiter and stare as if the house Burnt-out were theirs, or as if they thought ...
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. ...
The Moon And The Yew Tree (Sylvia Plath Poems)
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary The trees of the mind are black. The light is ...
The Thin People (Sylvia Plath Poems)
They are always with us, the thin people Meager of dimension as the gray people On a movie-screen. They Are ...
Crossing The Water (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people. Where do the black trees go that drink here? Their shadows must ...
By Candlelight (Sylvia Plath Poems)
This is winter, this is night, small love -- A sort of black horsehair, A rough, dumb country stuff Steeled ...
Black Rook In Rainy Weather (Sylvia Plath Poems)
On the stiff twig up there Hunches a wet black rook Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain. I ...