In Plaster (Sylvia Plath Poems)
I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the ...
I shall never get out of this! There are two of me now: This new absolutely white person and the ...
This is the easy time, there is nothing doing. I have whirled the midwife's extractor, I have my honey, Six ...
No map traces the street Where those two sleepers are. We have lost track of it. They lie as if ...
Blameless as daylight I stood looking At a field of horses, necks bent, manes blown, Tails streaming against the green ...
The Triumph of Wit Over Suffering Head alone shows you in the prodigious act Of digesting what centuries alone digest: ...
For Leonard Baskin To his house the bodiless Come to barter endlessly Vision, wisdom, for bodies Palpable as his, and ...
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted ...
What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful? It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it ...
Better that every fiber crack and fury make head, blood drenching vivid couch, carpet, floor and the snake-figured almanac vouching ...
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 ...
A Poem for Three Voices Setting: A Maternity Ward and round about FIRST VOICE: I am slow as the world. ...
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