The Thin People (Sylvia Plath Poems)
They are always with us, the thin people Meager of dimension as the gray people On a movie-screen. They Are ...
Sylvia Plath Poems on Smiling (16 Poems)
Face Lift (Sylvia Plath Poems)
You bring me good news from the clinic, Whipping off your silk scarf, exhibiting the tight white Mummy-cloths, smiling: I'm ...
The Other (Sylvia Plath Poems)
You come in late, wiping your lips. What did I leave untouched on the doorstep--- White Nike, Streaming between my ...
Gigolo (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Pocket watch, I tick well. The streets are lizardly crevices Sheer-sided, with holes where to hide. It is best to ...
Wintering (Sylvia Plath Poems)
This is the easy time, there is nothing doing. I have whirled the midwife's extractor, I have my honey, Six ...
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 ...
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 ...
Paralytic (Sylvia Plath Poems)
It happens. Will it go on? ---- My mind a rock, No fingers to grip, no tongue, My god the ...
Purdah (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Jade -- Stone of the side, The antagonized Side of green Adam, I Smile, cross-legged, Enigmatical, Shifting my clarities. So ...
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 ...
The Swarm (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Somebody is shooting at something in our town -- A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street. Jealousy can open ...
Lady Lazarus (Sylvia Plath Poems)
I have done it again. One year in every ten I manage it---- A sort of walking miracle, my skin ...
Edge (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The woman is perfected Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in ...
Kindness (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Kindness glides about my house. Dame Kindness, she is so nice! The blue and red jewels of her rings smoke ...
A Lesson In Vengeance (Sylvia Plath Poems)
In the dour ages Of drafty cells and draftier castles, Of dragons breathing without the frame of fables, Saint and ...
Lesbos (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Viciousness in the kitchen! The potatoes hiss. It is all Hollywood, windowless, The fluorescent light wincing on and off like ...