Tag Archives: Sylvia Plath Poetry

No map traces the street Where those two sleepers are. …

When night comes black Such royal dreams beckon this man …

If the moon smiled, she would resemble you. You leave …

Outlandish as a circus, the ravaged face Parades the marketplace, …

In ruck and quibble of courtfolk This giant hulked, I …

All summer we moved in a villa brimful of echos, …

You come in late, wiping your lips. What did I …

A smile fell in the grass. Irretrievable! And how will …

Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children. Cold as snow …

“This is the light of the mind, cold and planetary. …

The fountains are dry and the roses over. Incense of …

Sky and sea, horizon-hinged Tablets of blank blue, couldn’t, Clapped …