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. ...
Sylvia Plath Poems on Sleep (12 Poems)
Poppies In July (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Little poppies, little hell flames, Do you do no harm? You flicker. I cannot touch you. I put my hands ...
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 ...
Lorelei (Sylvia Plath Poems)
It is no night to drown in: A full moon, river lapsing Black beneath bland mirror-sheen, The blue water-mists dropping ...
Stings (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Bare-handed, I hand the combs. The man in white smiles, bare-handed, Our cheesecloth gauntlets neat and sweet, The throats of ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Queen’s Complaint (Sylvia Plath Poems)
In ruck and quibble of courtfolk This giant hulked, I tell you, on her scene With hands like derricks, Looks ...
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 Dead (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Revolving in oval loops of solar speed, Couched in cauls of clay as in holy robes, Dead men render love ...
Love Is A Parallax (Sylvia Plath Poems)
'Perspective betrays with its dichotomy: train tracks always meet, not here, but only in the impossible mind's eye; horizons beat ...
April 18 (Sylvia Plath Poems)
the slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull and if my stomach would contract because ...