A Better Resurrection (Sylvia Plath Poems)
I have no wit, I have no words, no tears; My heart within me like a stone Is numbed too ...
Sylvia Plath Poems (121 Poems)
April 18 (Sylvia Plath Poems)
the slime of all my yesterdays rots in the hollow of my skull and if my stomach would contract because ...
I Am Vertical (Sylvia Plath Poems)
But I would rather be horizontal. I am not a tree with my root in the soil Sucking up minerals ...
The Other (Sylvia Plath Poems)
You come in late, wiping your lips. What did I leave untouched on the doorstep--- White Nike, Streaming between my ...
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 ...
The Eye-Mote (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Blameless as daylight I stood looking At a field of horses, necks bent, manes blown, Tails streaming against the green ...
Perseus (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The Triumph of Wit Over Suffering Head alone shows you in the prodigious act Of digesting what centuries alone digest: ...
Two Sisters Of Persephone (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Two girls there are : within the house One sits; the other, without. Daylong a duet of shade and light ...
Frog Autumn (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Summer grows old, cold-blooded mother. The insects are scant, skinny. In these palustral homes we only Croak and wither. Mornings ...
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. ...
Night Shift (Sylvia Plath Poems)
It was not a heart, beating. That muted boom, that clangor Far off, not blood in the ears Drumming up ...
Letter In November (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Love, the world Suddenly turns, turns color. The streetlight Splits through the rat's tail Pods of the laburnum at nine ...
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 ...
Berck-Plage (Sylvia Plath Poems)
(1) This is the sea, then, this great abeyance. How the sun's poultice draws on my inflammation. Electrifyingly-colored sherbets, scooped ...
Cut (Sylvia Plath Poems)
for Susan O'Neill Roe What a thrill ---- My thumb instead of an onion. The top quite gone Except for ...
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 ...
The Arrival Of The Bee Box (Sylvia Plath Poems)
I ordered this, clean wood box Square as a chair and almost too heavy to lift. I would say it ...
The Rival (Sylvia Plath Poems)
If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave the same impression Of something beautiful, but annihilating. Both of ...
Mystic (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The air is a mill of hooks -- Questions without answer, Glittering and drunk as flies Whose kiss stings unbearably ...
Lyonnesse (Sylvia Plath Poems)
No use whistling for Lyonnesse! Sea-cold, sea-cold it certainly is. Take a look at the white, high berg on his ...
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 ...
Love Is A Parallax (Sylvia Plath Poems)
'Perspective betrays with its dichotomy: train tracks always meet, not here, but only in the impossible mind's eye; horizons beat ...
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 ...
Poppies In July (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Little poppies, little hell flames, Do you do no harm? You flicker. I cannot touch you. I put my hands ...
Black Rook In Rainy Weather (Sylvia Plath Poems)
On the stiff twig up there Hunches a wet black rook Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain. I ...
Pursuit (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit. RACINE There is a panther stalks me down: One day I'll ...
Totem (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The engine is killing the track, the track is silver, It stretches into the distance. It will be eaten nevertheless. ...
The Swarm (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Somebody is shooting at something in our town -- A dull pom, pom in the Sunday street. Jealousy can open ...
A Life (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Touch it: it won't shrink like an eyeball, This egg-shaped bailiwick, clear as a tear. Here's yesterday, last year --- ...
Never Try To Trick Me With A Kiss (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Never try to trick me with a kiss Pretending that the birds are here to stay; The dying man will ...