Tale Of A Tub (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The photographic chamber of the eye records bare painted walls, while an electric light lays the chromium nerves of plumbing ...
Sylvia Plath Poems (121 Poems)
The Bull Of Bendylaw (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The black bull bellowed before the sea. The sea, till that day orderly, Hove up against Bendylaw. The queen in ...
Tulips (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The tulips are too excitable, it is winter here. Look how white everything is, how quiet, how snowed-in I am ...
Monologue At 3 AM (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Better that every fiber crack and fury make head, blood drenching vivid couch, carpet, floor and the snake-figured almanac vouching ...
Blackberrying (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Nobody in the lane, and nothing, nothing but blackberries, Blackberries on either side, though on the right mainly, A blackberry ...
Medusa (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Off that landspit of stony mouth-plugs, Eyes rolled by white sticks, Ears cupping the sea's incoherences, You house your unnerving ...
An Appearance (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The smile of iceboxes annihilates me. Such blue currents in the veins of my loved one! I hear her great ...
Pheasant (Sylvia Plath Poems)
You said you would kill it this morning. Do not kill it. It startles me still, The jut of that ...
Two Campers In Cloud Country (Sylvia Plath Poems)
(Rock Lake, Canada) In this country there is neither measure nor balance To redress the dominance of rocks and woods, ...
Morning Song (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its ...
Lesbos (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Viciousness in the kitchen! The potatoes hiss. It is all Hollywood, windowless, The fluorescent light wincing on and off like ...
Wuthering Heights (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The horizons ring me like faggots, Tilted and disparate, and always unstable. Touched by a match, they might warm me, ...
Years (Sylvia Plath Poems)
They enter as animals from the outer Space of holly where spikes Are not thoughts I turn on, like a ...
Poems, Potatoes (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The word, defining, muzzles; the drawn line Ousts mistier peers and thrives, murderous, In establishments which imagined lines Can only ...
The Times Are Tidy (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Unlucky the hero born In this province of the stuck record Where the most watchful cooks go jobless And the ...
The Munich Mannequins (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children. Cold as snow breath, it tamps the womb Where the yew trees blow ...
The Dead (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Revolving in oval loops of solar speed, Couched in cauls of clay as in holy robes, Dead men render love ...
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 ...
Aftermath (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Compelled by calamity's magnet They loiter and stare as if the house Burnt-out were theirs, or as if they thought ...
Spinster (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Now this particular girl During a ceremonious april walk With her latest suitor Found herself, of a sudden, intolerably struck ...
Lorelei (Sylvia Plath Poems)
It is no night to drown in: A full moon, river lapsing Black beneath bland mirror-sheen, The blue water-mists dropping ...
The Couriers (Sylvia Plath Poems)
The word of a snail on the plate of a leaf? It is not mine. Do not accept it. Acetic ...
Purdah (Sylvia Plath Poems)
Jade -- Stone of the side, The antagonized Side of green Adam, I Smile, cross-legged, Enigmatical, Shifting my clarities. So ...
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 ...
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: ...