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 ...
Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit. RACINE There is a panther stalks me down: One day I'll ...
A dream tree, Polly's tree: a thicket of sticks, each speckled twig ending in a thin-paned leaf unlike any other ...
Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children. Cold as snow breath, it tamps the womb Where the yew trees blow ...
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
Somebody is shooting at something in our town -- A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street. Jealousy can open ...
Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, then I was dead, Though, like a stone, ...
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. ...
I ordered this, clean wood box Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift. I would say it ...
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary The trees of the mind are black. The light is ...
They are always with us, the thin people Meager of dimension as the gray people On a movie-screen. They Are ...
The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve. On their blotter of fog the trees Seem a botanical drawing ...
How this tart fable instructs And mocks! Here's the parody of that moral mousetrap Set in the proverbs stitched on ...
As the gods began one world, and man another, So the snakecharmer begins a snaky sphere With moon-eye, mouth-pipe, He ...
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