Poems by Sylvia Plath
The Manor Garden
... You inherit white heather, a bee's wing, ...
The Moon And The Yew Tree
... And the message of the yew tree is blackness - blackness and silence ...
Yadwigha, On A Red Couch, Among Lillies
... But the couch Stood stubborn in it's jungle: red against green, ...
Cut
... Babushka Darkens and tarnishes and when ...
Go Get The Goodly Squab
... And pluck the droll-flecked quail where thick they lie ...
Yaddo : The Grand Manor
... For pies. The fir tree's thick with grackles ...
Face Lift
... Let her die there, or wither incessantly for the next fifty years, ...
Man In Black
... Black coat, black shoes, and your ...
Getting There
... The place I am getting to, why are there these obstacles -- ...
Pheasant
... It is rare. But a dozen would be worth having, ...
Amnesiac
... There is nothing to do with such a beautiful blank but smooth it ...
Sonnet : To Eva
... All right, let's say you could take a skull and break it ...
The Great Carbuncle
... Gravity's Lost in the lift and drift of ...
Touch-And-Go
... Through lichen-lid and passing bird-foot ...
Blue Moles
... They move through their mute rooms while I sleep, ...
