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 ...
Stasis in darkness. Then the substanceless blue Pour of tor and distances. God's lioness, How one we grow, Pivot of ...
Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, then I was dead, Though, like a stone, ...
The night is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, ...
You bring me good news from the clinic, Whipping off your silk scarf, exhibiting the tight white Mummy-cloths, smiling: I'm ...
As the gods began one world, and man another, So the snakecharmer begins a snaky sphere With moon-eye, mouth-pipe, He ...
Mother, mother, what ill-bred aunt Or what disfigured and unsightly Cousin did you so unwisely keep Unasked to my christening, ...
A dream tree, Polly's tree: a thicket of sticks, each speckled twig ending in a thin-paned leaf unlike any other ...
Among orange-tile rooftops and chimney pots the fen fog slips, gray as rats, while on spotted branch of the sycamore ...
Overnight, very Whitely, discreetly, Very quietly Our toes, our noses Take hold on the loam, Acquire the air. Nobody sees ...
In the dour ages Of drafty cells and draftier castles, Of dragons breathing without the frame of fables, Saint and ...
Pure? What does it mean? The tongues of hell Are dull, dull as the triple Tongues of dull, fat Cerebus ...
Who are these people at the bridge to meet me? They are the villagers---- The rector, the midwife, the sexton, ...
In the rectory garden on his evening walk Paced brisk Father Shawn. A cold day, a sodden one it was ...
I am a miner. The light burns blue. Waxy stalactites Drip and thicken, tears The earthen womb Exudes from its ...
The photographic chamber of the eye records bare painted walls, while an electric light lays the chromium nerves of plumbing ...
The black bull bellowed before the sea. The sea, till that day orderly, Hove up against Bendylaw. The queen in ...
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in I am ...
Better that every fiber crack and fury make head, blood drenching vivid couch, carpet, floor and the snake-figured almanac vouching ...
Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly, A blackberry ...
Off that landspit of stony mouth-plugs, Eyes rolled by white sticks, Ears cupping the sea's incoherences, You house your unnerving ...
The smile of iceboxes annihilates me. Such blue currents in the veins of my loved one! I hear her great ...
You said you would kill it this morning. Do not kill it. It startles me still, The jut of that ...
(Rock Lake, Canada) In this country there is neither measure nor balance To redress the dominance of rocks and woods, ...
Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its ...
Viciousness in the kitchen! The potatoes hiss. It is all Hollywood, windowless, The fluorescent light wincing on and off like ...
The horizons ring me like faggots, Tilted and disparate, and always unstable. Touched by a match, they might warm me, ...
They enter as animals from the outer Space of holly where spikes Are not thoughts I turn on, like a ...
The word, defining, muzzles; the drawn line Ousts mistier peers and thrives, murderous, In establishments which imagined lines Can only ...
Unlucky the hero born In this province of the stuck record Where the most watchful cooks go jobless And the ...
Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children. Cold as snow breath, it tamps the womb Where the yew trees blow ...
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