Lyonnesse (Sylvia Plath Poems)
No use whistling for Lyonnesse! Sea-cold, sea-cold it certainly is. Take a look at the white, high berg on his ...
Sylvia Plath Poems on Mind (17 Poems)
Totem (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The engine is killing the track, the track is silver, It stretches into the distance. It will be eaten nevertheless. ...
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 ...
The Munich Mannequins (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children. Cold as snow breath, it tamps the womb Where the yew trees blow ...
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 ...
Winter Landscape, With Rooks (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Water in the millrace, through a sluice of stone, plunges headlong into that black pond where, absurd and out-of-season, a ...
Jilted (Sylvia Plath Poems)
My thoughts are crabbed and sallow, My tears like vinegar, Or the bitter blinking yellow Of an acetic star. Tonight ...
The Swarm (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Somebody is shooting at something in our town -- A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street. Jealousy can open ...
Vanity Fair (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Through frost-thick weather This witch sidles, fingers crooked, as if Caught in a hazardous medium that might Merely by its ...
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 Bee Meeting (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the villagers---- The rector, the midwife, the sexton, ...
Electra On Azalea Path (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The day you died I went into the dirt, Into the lightless hibernaculum Where bees, striped black and gold, sleep ...
Snakecharmer (Sylvia Plath Poems)
As the gods began one world, and man another, So the snakecharmer begins a snaky sphere With moon-eye, mouth-pipe, He ...
An Appearance (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The smile of iceboxes annihilates me. Such blue currents in the veins of my loved one! I hear her great ...
Apprehensions (Sylvia Plath Poems)
There is this white wall, above which the sky creates itself -- Infinite, green, utterly untouchable. Angels swim in it, ...
The Eye-Mote (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Blameless as daylight I stood looking At a field of horses, necks bent, manes blown, Tails streaming against the green ...