Poems by Sylvia Plath
Two Views Of A Cadaver Room
... not for long. Yet desolation, stalled in paint, spares the little country ...
Street Song
... This cracked world's incessant gabble and hiss ...
Witch Burning
... So I said, Sitting under a potlid, tiny and inert as a rice grain ...
Strumpet Song
... To patch with brand of love this rank grimace ...
Maudlin
... In a clench of blood, the sleep-talking virgin ...
Jilted
... And I wear the wry-faced pucker of ...
Memoirs Of A Spinach-Picker
... Wet yet Lay over the leaves like a clear cellophane, ...
Gulliver
... They converse in the valley of your fingers, they are inchworms ...
Incommunicado
... Where straight talk is the rule, whether warm or hostile, ...
On Deck
... On deck. Wrapped up in themselves as in thick veiling ...
Bitter Strawberries
... Businesslike she asked us, 'How many quarts ...
Verbal Calisthenics
... Treading circus tight ropes ...
Soliloquy Of The Solipsist
... Absolute power To boycott any color and forbid any flower ...
The Other
... Shriek from my belly like arrows, and these I ride ...
Firesong
... could unlock shrewd catch silting our each bright act back ...
