“People were made of nothing so much as dust, and I couldn't see that doctoring all that dust was a bit better… — 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… — 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
“All night your moth-breath Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen. A far sea moves in my ear. --from… — 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
I remember that as I was writing a poem on 'Snow' when I was eight, I said aloud, 'I wish I could… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“The blood jet is poetry, There is no stopping it. 'Kindness' by Sylvia Plath” — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I think my poems immediately come out of the sensuous and emotional experiences I have, but I must say I cannot sympathise… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I don't know what started me, I just wrote poetry from the time was quite small. I guess I liked nursery rhymes… — 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
Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline. You've got to go so far so fast in such a small space; you've got… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I? I walk alone; The midnight street Spins itself from under my feet; My eyes shut These dreaming houses all snuff out;… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I am in danger of wanting my personal absolute to be a demigod of a man, and as there aren't many around,… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I am a writer... I am a genius of a writer; I have it in me. I am writing the best poems… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“Certain poems and lines of poetry seem as solid and miraculous to me as church altars or the coronation of queens must… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Arrogant, I think I have written lines which qualify me to be The Poetess of America (as Ted will be The Poet… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
Poetry, I feel, is a tyrannical discipline, you've got to go so far, so fast, in such a small space that you've… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
I find myself absolutely fulfilled when I have written a poem, when I'm writing one. Having written one, then you fall away… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up… — 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
“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
