Poems by Sylvia Plath
Tinker Jack And The Tidy Wives
... Still fair, Whose labor's not yet smoked ...
A Winter Ship
... Farther out, the waves will be mouthing icecakes -- ...
The Snowman on the Moor
... Of a blizzard, the giant roared up with his chittering trophies ...
Tulips
... They bring me numbness in their bright needles, they bring me sleep ...
Burning The Letters
... They would flutter off, black and glittering, they would be coal angels ...
Love Letter
... Tree and stone glittered, without shadows ...
Stars Over The Dordogne
... On this hill, with its view of lit castles, each swung bell ...
Sonnet: To Time
... Our years. Death comes in a casual steel car, yet ...
Two Sisters Of Persephone
... Two girls there are : within the house ...
Sow
... A monument Prodigious in gluttonies as that hog whose want ...
The Stones
... I entered The stomach of indifference, the wordless cupboard ...
Female Author
... All day she plays at chess with the bones of the world: ...
The Sleepers
... The small green nostrils breathe, ...
On The Decline Of Oracles
... Worth Less than present, pastthis future ...
Finisterre
... This was the land's end: the last fingers, knuckled and rheumatic, ...
