Poems by Sylvia Plath
Winter Trees
... The shadows of ringdoves chanting, but chasing nothing ...
WordsFor A Nursery
... Brown-backed, white-bellied ...
The Rabbit Catcher
... Blinding me with its lights, the lives of the dead ...
Spinster
... Observed her lover's gestures unbalance the air, ...
Words
... While From the bottom of the pool, fixed stars ...
The Eye-Mote
... Outlandish as double-humped camels or unicorns, ...
A Life
... It will ping like a Chinese chime in the slightest air stir ...
The Hermit At Outermost House
... The great gods, Stone-Head, Claw-Foot ...
Stings
... He has nothing to do with the bee-seller or with me ...
To A Jilted Lover
... and by that glare, my love will see ...
Morning In The Hospital Solarium
... needles that sting no more than love: a room where time ...
Rhyme
... Who ogle men And crimp their wrinkles in a grin, ...
Stopped Dead
... The wheels, two rubber grubs, bite their sweet tails ...
Pursuit
... Dans le fond des forêts votre image me suit ...
Event
... A small white soul is waving, a small white maggot ...
