Leaving Early (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that's what I'll remember, Me, sitting here bored ...
Lady, your room is lousy with flowers. When you kick me out, that's what I'll remember, Me, sitting here bored ...
Now this particular girl During a ceremonious april walk With her latest suitor Found herself, of a sudden, intolerably struck ...
The word of a snail on the plate of a leaf? It is not mine. Do not accept it. Acetic ...
What is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful? It is shimmering, has it breasts, has it ...
These poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis. They grew their toes and fingers well enough, Their little foreheads ...
The day you died I went into the dirt, Into the lightless hibernaculum Where bees, striped black and gold, sleep ...
Out here there are no hearthstones, Hot grains, simply. It is dry, dry. And the air dangerous. Noonday acts queerly ...
Axes After whose stroke the wood rings, And the echoes! Echoes traveling Off from the center like horses. The sap ...
This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary The trees of the mind are black. The light is ...
This is the easy time, there is nothing doing. I have whirled the midwife's extractor, I have my honey, Six ...
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