Sylvia Plath Poems (121 Poems)
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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 Plays between these. In her dark wainscoted room The first works problems on A mathematical machine. Dry ticks mark time … Continue reading
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 dissipate in somnolence. The sun brightens tardily Among the pithless reeds. Flies fail us. he fen sickens. Frost drops even … Continue reading
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. I am very patient, Turning through my time, the suns and stars Regarding me with attention. The moon’s concern is … Continue reading
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 and fever To impose on the evening. The noise came from outside: A metal detonating Native, evidently, to These stilled … Continue reading
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 in the morning. It is the Arctic, This little black Circle, with its tawn silk grasses – babies hair. There … Continue reading
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 hair, white beard, far-flung, A dragnet, rising, falling, as waves Crest and trough. Miles long Extend the radial sheaves Of … Continue reading
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 from the freeze By pale girls, travel the air in scorched hands. Why is it so quiet, what are they … Continue reading
Cut (Sylvia Plath Poems)
for Susan O’Neill Roe What a thrill —- My thumb instead of an onion. The top quite gone Except for a sort of hinge Of skin, A flap like a hat, Dead white. Then that red plush. Little pilgrim, The … Continue reading
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 lidded And balled¸ like Blake’s. Who exhibits The birthmarks that are his trademark– The scald scar of water, The nude … Continue reading
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 was the coffin of a midget Or a square baby Were there not such a din in it. The box … Continue reading
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