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 ...
Sylvia Plath Poems (121 Poems)
You’re (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Clownlike, happiest on your hands, Feet to the stars, and moon-skulled, Gilled like a fish. A common-sense Thumbs-down on the ...
The Applicant (Sylvia Plath Poems)
First, are you our sort of a person? Do you wear A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch, A ...
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 ...
Elm (Sylvia Plath Poems)
for Ruth Fainlight I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root; It is what ...
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 ...
Landowners (Sylvia Plath Poems)
From my rented attic with no earth To call my own except the air-motes, I malign the leaden perspective Of ...
Strumpet Song (Sylvia Plath Poems)
With white frost gone And all green dreams not worth much, After a lean day's work Time comes round for ...
Mirror (Sylvia Plath Poems)
I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions. Whatever I see I swallow immediately Just as it is, unmisted ...
Kindness (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Kindness glides about my house. Dame Kindness, she is so nice! The blue and red jewels of her rings smoke ...
Mary’s Song (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The Sunday lamb cracks in its fat. The fat Sacrifices its opacity. . . . A window, holy gold. The ...
By Candlelight (Sylvia Plath Poems)
This is winter, this is night, small love -- A sort of black horsehair, A rough, dumb country stuff Steeled ...
Poppies In October (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts. Nor the woman in the ambulance Whose red heart blooms through ...
Among The Narcissi (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Spry, wry, and gray as these March sticks, Percy bows, in his blue peajacket, among the narcissi. He is recuperating ...
Contusion (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Color floods to the spot, dull purple. The rest of the body is all washed-out, The color of pearl. In ...
Faun (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Haunched like a faun, he hooed From grove of moon-glint and fen-frost Until all owls in the twigged forest Flapped ...
A Birthday Present (Sylvia Plath Poems)
What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful? It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it ...
The Colossus (Sylvia Plath Poems)
I shall never get you put together entirely, Pieced, glued, and properly jointed. Mule-bray, pig-grunt and bawdy cackles Proceed from ...
Stillborn (Sylvia Plath Poems)
These poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis. They grew their toes and fingers well enough, Their little foreheads ...
Winter Trees (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The wet dawn inks are doing their blue dissolve. On their blotter of fog the trees Seem a botanical drawing ...
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 ...
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 ...
Sleep In The Mojave Desert (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Out here there are no hearthstones, Hot grains, simply. It is dry, dry. And the air dangerous. Noonday acts queerly ...
Bucolics (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Mayday: two came to field in such wise : `A daisied mead', each said to each, So were they one; ...
Ariel (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Stasis in darkness. Then the substanceless blue Pour of tor and distances. God's lioness, How one we grow, Pivot of ...
Love Letter (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, then I was dead, Though, like a stone, ...
Insomniac (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, ...
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 ...
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 ...
The Disquieting Muses (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Mother, mother, what ill-bred aunt Or what disfigured and unsightly Cousin did you so unwisely keep Unasked to my christening, ...