Two Views Of A Cadaver Room (Sylvia Plath Poems)
(1) The day she visited the dissecting room They had four men laid out, black as burnt turkey, Already half ...
(1) The day she visited the dissecting room They had four men laid out, black as burnt turkey, Already half ...
The Triumph of Wit Over Suffering Head alone shows you in the prodigious act Of digesting what centuries alone digest: ...
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
In ruck and quibble of courtfolk This giant hulked, I tell you, on her scene With hands like derricks, Looks ...
I shall never get you put together entirely, Pieced, glued, and properly jointed. Mule-bray, pig-grunt and bawdy cackles Proceed from ...
Viciousness in the kitchen! The potatoes hiss. It is all Hollywood, windowless, The fluorescent light wincing on and off like ...
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that's what I'll remember, Me, sitting here bored ...
How far is it? How far is it now? The gigantic gorilla interior Of the wheels move, they appall me ...
First, are you our sort of a person? Do you wear A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch, A ...
These poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis. They grew their toes and fingers well enough, Their little foreheads ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
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