Sylvia Plath

1932-1963 / Female / American
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A Better ResurrectionI have no wit, I have no words, no tears; / My heart within me like a stone / Is numbed too much for hopes or fears;
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A Birthday PresentWhat is this, behind this veil, is it ugly, is it beautiful? / It is shimmering, has it ******* has it edges? / I am sure it is unique, I am sure it is what I want.
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AftermathCompelled by calamity's magnet / They loiter and stare as if the house / Burnt-out were theirs, or as if they thought
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A Lesson In VengeanceIn the dour ages / Of drafty cells and draftier castles, / Of dragons breathing without the frame of fables,
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A LifeTouch it: it won't shrink like an eyeball, / This egg-shaped bailiwick, clear as a tear. / Here's yesterday, last year ---
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Among The NarcissiSpry, wry, and gray as these March sticks, / Percy bows, in his blue peajacket, among the narcissi. / He is recuperating from something on the lung.
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An AppearanceThe smile of iceboxes annihilates me. / Such blue currents in the veins of my loved one! / I hear her great heart purr.
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ApprehensionsThere is this white wall, above which the sky creates itself -- / Infinite, green, utterly untouchable. / Angels swim in it, and the stars, in indifference also.
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April 18the slime of all my yesterdays / rots in the hollow of my skull / and if my stomach would contract
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ArielStasis in darkness. / Then the substanceless blue / Pour of tor and distances.
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