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 ...
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
Water in the millrace, through a sluice of stone, plunges headlong into that black pond where, absurd and out-of-season, a ...
For Leonard Baskin To his house the bodiless Come to barter endlessly Vision, wisdom, for bodies Palpable as his, and ...
I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it---- A sort of walking miracle, my skin ...
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in I am ...
How far is it? How far is it now? The gigantic gorilla interior Of the wheels move, they appall me ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary The trees of the mind are black. The light is ...
Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the villagers---- The rector, the midwife, the sexton, ...
I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the ...
All summer we moved in a villa brimful of echos, Cool as the pearled interior of a conch. Bells, hooves, ...
As the gods began one world, and man another, So the snakecharmer begins a snaky sphere With moon-eye, mouth-pipe, He ...
Blameless as daylight I stood looking At a field of horses, necks bent, manes blown, Tails streaming against the green ...
No use whistling for Lyonnesse! Sea-cold, sea-cold it certainly is. Take a look at the white, high berg on his ...
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