Poems by Sylvia Plath
Mirror
... In me she has drowned a young girl, and in me an old woman ...
Stillborn
... But they are dead, and their mother near dead with distraction, ...
Zoo-Keeper's Wife
... Look, they are melting like coins in the powerful juices --- ...
The Other Two
... Bells, hooves, of the high-stipping black goats woke us ...
Hardcastle Crags
... Once past The dream-peopled village, her eyes entertained no dream, ...
Magnolia Shoals
... Through the green sea gardens stall, ...
Wuthering Heights
... They stand about in grandmotherly disguise, ...
On The Difficulty Of Conjuring Up A Dryad
... No doubt now in dream-propertied fall some moon-eyed, ...
The Net-Menders
... They set their stout chairs back to the road and face the dark ...
Wintering
... It is Tate and Lyle they live on, instead of flowers ...
Metamorphoses Of The Moon
... themselves on the clay toes and short clubfoot ...
Vanity Fair
... no knife Rivals her whetted look, divining what conceit ...
Death and Co
... The one who never looks up, whose eyes are lidded ...
