Daddy (Sylvia Plath Poems)
You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot ...
Sylvia Plath Poems (121 Poems)
Child (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing. I want to fill it with color and ducks, The zoo ...
Vanity Fair (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Through frost-thick weather This witch sidles, fingers crooked, as if Caught in a hazardous medium that might Merely by its ...
Last Words (Sylvia Plath Poems)
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on it Round ...
Virgin In A Tree (Sylvia Plath Poems)
How this tart fable instructs And mocks! Here's the parody of that moral mousetrap Set in the proverbs stitched on ...
Apprehensions (Sylvia Plath Poems)
There is this white wall, above which the sky creates itself -- Infinite, green, utterly untouchable. Angels swim in it, ...
Paralytic (Sylvia Plath Poems)
It happens. Will it go on? ---- My mind a rock, No fingers to grip, no tongue, My god the ...
Fiesta Melons (Sylvia Plath Poems)
In Benidorm there are melons, Whole donkey-carts full Of innumerable melons, Ovals and balls, Bright green and thumpable Laced over ...
Mad Girl’s Love Song (Sylvia Plath Poems)
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I ...
Edge (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The woman is perfected Her dead Body wears the smile of accomplishment, The illusion of a Greek necessity Flows in ...
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 ...
The Thin People (Sylvia Plath Poems)
They are always with us, the thin people Meager of dimension as the gray people On a movie-screen. They Are ...
The Night Dances (Sylvia Plath Poems)
A smile fell in the grass. Irretrievable! And how will your night dances Lose themselves. In mathematics? Such pure leaps ...
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 ...
Goatsucker (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Old goatherds swear how all night long they hear The warning whirr and burring of the bird Who wakes with ...
Sculptor (Sylvia Plath Poems)
For Leonard Baskin To his house the bodiless Come to barter endlessly Vision, wisdom, for bodies Palpable as his, and ...
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 ...
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 ...