Poems by Sylvia Plath
Resolve
... disenchant my twelve black-gowned examiners ...
Epitaph In Three Parts
... (3) Grasshopper goblins with green pointed ears ...
Miss Drake Proceeds To Supper
... Which are slowly opening their furred petals ...
Insomniac
... Memories jostle each other for face-room like obsolete film stars ...
Last Words
... And the shine of these small things sweeter than the face of Ishtar ...
The Courage Of Shutting-Up
... So the disks of the brain revolve, like the muzzles of cannon ...
Lyonnesse
... Take a look at the white, high berg on his forehead- ...
The Shrike
... Leans to peck open those locked lids, to eat ...
The Dead
... Nor can God's stern, shocked angels cry them up ...
The Princess And The Goblins
... of clockwork that makes the royal blood run cold ...
Barren Woman
... Instead, the dead injure me with attentions, and nothing can happen ...
Sculptor
... arms folded Watches his cumbrous world eclipse ...
The Goring
... Obese, dark- Faced in his rich yellows, tassels, pompons, braid, the picador ...
Words Heard, By Accident, Over The Phone
... They are pressing out of the many-holed earpiece, they are looking for a ...
Thalidomide
... The image Flees and aborts like dropped mercury ...
