“Love is the bone and sinew of my curse. --from "Poem For A Birthday - The Stones", written 1959” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“O my Homunculus, I am ill. I have taken a pill to kill The thin Papery feeling. From the poem "Cut", 24 October 1962” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I am too pure for you or anyone. From the poem "Fever 103°", 20 October 1962” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“They had to call and call And pick the worms off me like sticky pearls. --From the poem "Lady Lazarus", written 23-29… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I fancied you'd return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. --From the poem "Mad Girl's… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“What did my fingers do before they held him? What did my heart do, with its love? From " Three Women: A… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
As a poet I would say everything should be able to come into a poem but I can't put toothbrushes in a… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I would say everything should be able to come into a poem, but I can't put toothbrushes into a poem, I really… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Now, lying on my back in bed, I imagined Buddy saying, ‘Do you know what a poem is, Esther?’ ‘No, what?’ I… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“It was a queer, sultry summer, the summer they electrocuted the Rosenbergs, and I didn't know what I was doing in New York.” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I love life. But it is hard and I have so much, so very much to learn. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
... These are my hands My knees. I may be skin and bone, Nevertheless, I am the same, identical woman. ... --Lady Lazarus — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Sure, I’m dramatic and sloppily semi-cynical and semi-sentimental. But, in leisure years I could grow and choose my way. Now I am living on… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn't see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better than writing… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I couldn't stand the idea of a woman having to have a single pure life and a man being able to have a double… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I saw the gooseflesh on my skin. I did not know what made it. I was not cold. Had a ghost passed over? No,… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“The city had faded my tan, though. I looked yellow as a Chinaman. Ordinarily, I would have been nervous about my dress and my… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
A million years of evolution, Eric said bitterly, and what are we? Animals. — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I have stitched life into me like a rare organ --from "Three Women: A Poem for Three Voices", written 1962” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
