Poems by Sylvia Plath
Child
... Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing ...
The Arrival Of The Bee Box
... If I just undid the locks and stood back and turned into a tree ...
Departure
... The scraggy rock spit shielding the town's blue bay ...
Maenad
... Time Unwinds from the great umbilicus of the sun ...
Brasilia
... In the lane I meet sheep and wagons, ...
Insolent Storm Strikes At The Skull
... drives priest and prostitute in doorways, ...
The Times Are Tidy
... With the love-hot herb, the talking cat, ...
An Appearance
... Issuing from the steele needle that flies so blindingly ...
Love Is A Parallax
... Then jet the blue tent topple, stars rain down, ...
Virgin In A Tree
... Lain splayed too long in the tortuous boughs: overripe ...
In Plaster
... Wears the face of a pharaoh, though it's made of mud and water ...
Southern Sunrise
... Made lace, or a leaf-and-flower pen-sketch ...
Black Rook In Rainy Weather
... Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then - ...
Dialogue En Route
... and thousands were born and dropped dead, ...
Ella Mason And Her Eleven Cats
... Saying: Something's addled in a woman who accommodates ...
