Medusa (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Off that landspit of stony mouth-plugs, Eyes rolled by white sticks, Ears cupping the sea's incoherences, You house your unnerving ...
Sylvia Plath Poems on Water (19 Poems)
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 ...
Snakecharmer (Sylvia Plath Poems)
As the gods began one world, and man another, So the snakecharmer begins a snaky sphere With moon-eye, mouth-pipe, He ...
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 ...
Mystic (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The air is a mill of hooks -- Questions without answer, Glittering and drunk as flies Whose kiss stings unbearably ...
Sheep In Fog (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The hills step off into whiteness. People or stars Regard me sadly, I disappoint them. The train leaves a line ...
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 ...
Mushrooms (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Overnight, very Whitely, discreetly, Very quietly Our toes, our noses Take hold on the loam, Acquire the air. Nobody sees ...
Full Fathom Five (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Old man, you surface seldom. Then you come in with the tide's coming When seas wash cold, foam- Capped: white ...
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 ...
Tale Of A Tub (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The photographic chamber of the eye records bare painted walls, while an electric light lays the chromium nerves of plumbing ...
Words (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Axes After whose stroke the wood rings, And the echoes! Echoes traveling Off from the center like horses. The sap ...
Winter Landscape, With Rooks (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Water in the millrace, through a sluice of stone, plunges headlong into that black pond where, absurd and out-of-season, a ...
Death & Co. (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Two, of course there are two. It seems perfectly natural now-- The one who never looks up, whose eyes are ...
Getting There (Sylvia Plath Poems)
How far is it? How far is it now? The gigantic gorilla interior Of the wheels move, they appall me ...
Balloons (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Since Christmas they have lived with us, Guileless and clear, Oval soul-animals, Taking up half the space, Moving and rubbing ...
Fever 103° (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Pure? What does it mean? The tongues of hell Are dull, dull as the triple Tongues of dull, fat Cerebus ...
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. ...
Crossing The Water (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Black lake, black boat, two black, cut-paper people. Where do the black trees go that drink here? Their shadows must ...